Joanna Baillie
Joanna Baillie
Joanna Bailliewas a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, she hosted a literary society in her cottage at Hampstead. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
summer women grief
But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.
men battle weakness
The strength of man sinks in the hour of trial; but there doth live a Power that to the battle girdeth the weak.
dog men tyrants
The tyrant now Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend He now dare trust.
bliss moments stills
The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.
dream stupid struggle
To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure, and go calmly on! The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
moving justice boat
Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.
blow heaven mercy
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.
pride vanity vanity-and-pride
Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.
running people accomplishment
I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!
thinking feet soul
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul.
writing magic lovely
O lovely Sisters! is it true That they are all inspired by you, And write by inward magic charm'd, And high enthusiasm warm'd?
humble air hymns
The inward sighs of humble penitence Rise to the ear of Heaven, when peal'd hymns Are scatter'd with the sounds of common air.
dream real shadow
But dreams full oft are found of real events The form and shadows.
good-night dream sweet
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.