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Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd,The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
Joanna Baillie -
Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore,And to the fisher's chorus-note, Soft moves the dipping oar!
Joanna Baillie
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The tyrant nowTrusts not to men: nightly within his chamberThe watch-dog guards his couch, the only friendHe now dare trust.
Joanna Baillie -
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!And if upon its stillness fallThe 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.
Joanna Baillie -
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.
Joanna Baillie -
I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!
Joanna Baillie -
A willing heart adds feather to the heel.
Joanna Baillie -
But woman's grief is like a summer storm,Short as it violent is.
Joanna Baillie
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I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!
Joanna Baillie -
The hushed winds wail with feeble moanLike infant charity.
Joanna Baillie -
Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,Still on their dinner turn-Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home,And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword.
Joanna Baillie -
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the worldBut those who slide along the grassy sod,And sting the luckless foot that presses them?There are who in the path of social lifeDo bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,And sting the soul.
Joanna Baillie -
Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.
Joanna Baillie