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
frozen portion
He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl
summer women grief
But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.
affection stills
Words of affection, howsoe'er expressed, The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
time wings bears
Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.
prayer blessing men
A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.
pride men self
Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.
hem earth speech
Stand there, damn'd meddling villain, and be silent; For if thou utt'rest but a single word, A cough or hem, to cross me in my speech, I'll send thy cursed spirit from the earth, To bellow with the damn'd!
cases
The plainest case in many words entangling.
blow heaven mercy
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.
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.
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.
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.