Joanna Baillie

(1762-1851 / Scotland)

Joanna Baillie Poems

121. The Legend Of Lady Griseld Baillie 4/15/2010
122. The Loss Of The Royal George 4/15/2010
123. The Lot Of Thousands 4/15/2010
124. The Maid Of Llanwellyn 4/15/2010
125. The Merry Heart 4/15/2010
126. The Moody Seer 4/15/2010
127. The Mother’s Remonstrance 4/15/2010
128. The Robber Polydore 4/15/2010
129. The Sailor’s Departure 4/15/2010
130. The Season Of Life 4/15/2010
131. The Ship’s Return 4/15/2010
132. The Song Of Triumph Of The Greeks, Off Tenedos, After The Night Of The 10th Of November, 1822 4/15/2010
133. Third Devotional Song 4/15/2010
134. Thoughts Taken From The 93rd Psalm 4/15/2010
135. To A Friend, On His Wedding-Day 4/15/2010
136. To Count ----, On The Death Of His Wife 4/15/2010
137. To Memory 4/15/2010
138. To Mrs. ----, On Returning A Fine Hyacinth Plant After The Bloom Was Over 4/15/2010
139. To Mrs. Fry 4/15/2010
140. To Mrs. Siddons 4/15/2010
141. Sonnet On The Apennines 4/15/2010
142. Sonnet To---- 4/15/2010
143. Sonnet Written At The Piraeus, 1820 4/15/2010
144. Tomorrow 4/15/2010
145. Two Brothers 4/15/2010
146. Two Songs 4/15/2010
147. Verses Added To The Foregoing By The Baby’s Paternal Grandmother 4/15/2010
148. Verses On Our Own Flowery Kirtled Spring 4/15/2010
149. Verses Sent To Mrs. Baillie On Her Birthday, 1813 4/15/2010
150. Song, Written For An Irish Air 4/15/2010
151. Wake, Lady! 4/15/2010
152. Written Under The Drawing Of A Flying Cupid 4/15/2010
153. To Cupid 1/13/2016
154. Lines To Agnes Baillie On Her Birthday 4/15/2010
155. Sonnet 1 4/15/2010
156. Sonnet 2 4/15/2010
157. Verses Written In February, 1827 4/15/2010
158. St. John Xxi. 1. 4/15/2010
159. To Sophia J. Baillie, An Infant 4/15/2010
160. Thunder 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of Joanna Baillie

A Summer Day

The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,
Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,
Wear faint the morning purple on their skirts.
The stars that full and bright shone in the west,
But dimly twinkle to the stedfast eye;
And seen, and vanishing, and seen again,
Like dying tapers smoth'ring in their sockets,
Appear at last shut from the face of heav'n;
Whilst every lesser flame which shone by night,
The flashy meteor from the op'ning cloud,
That shoots full oft' across the dusky sky;
Or wand'ring fire which looks across the marsh,
Beaming like candle in a...

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The Outlaw's Song

THE chough and crow to roost are gone,
   The owl sits on the tree,
The hush'd wind wails with feeble moan,
   Like infant charity.
The wild-fire dances on the fen,
   The red star sheds its ray;
Uprouse ye then, my merry men!
   It is our op'ning day.

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