Joanna Baillie

(1762-1851 / Scotland)

Joanna Baillie Poems

81. Song Written For A Welch Air 4/15/2010
82. Song Written For A Welch Air Called 4/15/2010
83. Song Written For A Welch Air Called 4/15/2010
84. Song Written For A Welch Melody 4/15/2010
85. Song, A New Version Of An Old Scotch Song 4/15/2010
86. Song, Called The Country Lady’s Reveillie 4/15/2010
87. Song, For A Scotch Air 4/15/2010
88. Song, For An Irish Air 4/15/2010
89. Song, Poverty Parts Good Company 4/15/2010
90. Song #1 4/15/2010
91. Song #2 4/15/2010
92. Song #3 4/15/2010
93. Song #4 4/15/2010
94. Song #5 4/15/2010
95. Song #7 4/15/2010
96. Sonnet 3 4/15/2010
97. Sonnet 4 4/15/2010
98. Sonnet 5 4/15/2010
99. Sonnet 6 4/15/2010
100. Sonnet 7 4/15/2010
101. Sonnet, Written Off Cefallonia, 1820 4/15/2010
102. St. Cecilia 4/15/2010
103. St. John Xxi. 1. 4/15/2010
104. St. Luke Vii. 12. 4/15/2010
105. St. Luke Xviii. 16. 4/15/2010
106. St. Matthew V.9. 4/15/2010
107. Stanzas, Suggested By A Canzone Of Petrarch 4/15/2010
108. The Address Of Odusseus To The Greeks, At Thermpoylae, On The 20th Of July, 1822 4/15/2010
109. The Banished Man, 4/15/2010
110. The Black Cock 4/15/2010
111. The Clearing Shower 4/15/2010
112. The Devonshire Lane 4/15/2010
113. The Elden Tree 4/15/2010
114. The Fountain 4/15/2010
115. The Ghost Of Fadon 4/15/2010
116. The Grenwich Pensioners 4/15/2010
117. The Horse And His Rider 4/15/2010
118. The Lament 4/15/2010
119. The Last Leaf 4/15/2010
120. The Legend Of Christopher Columbus 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of Joanna Baillie

A Winter Day

The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,
Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,
Stretches his neck and claps his heavy wings,
Gives three hoarse crows, and glad his talk is done;
Low, chuckling, turns himself upon the roost,
Then nestles down again amongst his mates.
The lab'ring hind, who on his bed of straw,
Beneath his home-made coverings, coarse, but warm,
Lock'd in the kindly arms of her who spun them,
Dreams of the gain that next year's crop should bring;
Or at some fair disposing of his wool,
Or by some lucky and unlook'd-for ...

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A Character

ASK you, 'What charms first chain'd my heart,
'And held me from the world apart,
'Made young ambition's turmoil cease,
'And blest me in the haunts of peace?'
'Twas not th' unfolding of the rose,
That in the cheeks' fresh vermeil glows;
Not health, whose fragrant lip exhales
The breath it stole from morning gales;
Not the smooth front, as spotless fair,

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