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
dark mind looks
It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.
soul favors rooms
Tis ever thus when favours are denied; All had been granted but the thing we beg: And still some great unlikely substitute-- Your life, your soul, your all of earthly good-- Is proffer'd, in the room of one small boon.
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!
sports ease degrees
Busy work brings after ease; Ease brings sport and sport brings rest; For young and old, of all degrees, The mingled lot is best.
eye dark moon
Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye
triumph has-beens
This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.
men years age
Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.
beauty powerful rude
To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,--these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.
self-esteem men coquette
She who only finds her self-esteem In others' admiration, begs an alms; Depends on others for her daily food, And is the very servant of her slaves; Tho' oftentimes, in a fantastic hour, O'er men she may a childish pow'r exert, Which not ennobles but degrades her state.
fate night darkness
My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.