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.
Joanna BaillieAh! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.
Joanna BaillieA woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.
Joanna BaillieTo 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.
Joanna BaillieI wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!
Joanna BaillieHe that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.
Joanna BaillieIt is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .
Joanna BaillieOh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.
Joanna BaillieI can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.
Joanna BailliePride 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.
Joanna BaillieThis 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.
Joanna BaillieA good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.
Joanna BaillieI believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.
Joanna BaillieHalf-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.
Joanna BaillieMen's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.
Joanna BaillieTo 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.
Joanna BaillieI 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 BaillieMy day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.
Joanna Baillie