Joanna Baillie Quotes
September 11, 1762 – February 23, 1851
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The hushed winds wail with feeble moanLike infant charity.
Orra (1812), Act III, scene 1, "The Chough and Crow"; in Plays on the Passions, Volume III. 
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More Joanna Baillie Quotes
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— Act III, scene 1, line 151.
Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd,The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
Joanna Baillie— Address to Miss Agnes Baillie on her Birthday, line 126; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 902.
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— De Montfort (1798), Act I, scene 2; in A Series of Plays.
A willing heart adds feather to the heel,And makes the clown a winged Mercury.
Joanna Baillie— De Montfort (1798), Act III, scene 2; in A Series of Plays.
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 Phantom, song; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 201.
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— Joanna Baillie, Song, Oh, Swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 74.
The tyrant nowTrusts not to men: nightly within his chamberThe watch-dog guards his couch, the only friendHe now dare trust.
Joanna Baillie— Ethwald (1802), Part II, Act V, scene 3.
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— Count Basil, Act I, scene 1 (1798)
But woman's grief is like a summer storm,Short as it violent is.
Joanna Baillie— Act V, scene 3.
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— Joanna Baillie, Song, Oh, Swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat.
A willing heart adds feather to the heel,And makes the clown a winged Mercury.
Joanna Baillie— Joanna Baillie, De Montfort (1798), Act III, scene 2; in A Series of Plays.
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— Joanna Baillie, Song, Oh, Swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat.
A willing heart adds feather to the heel, And makes the clown a winged Mercury.
Joanna Baillie— Joanna Baillie, De Montfort (1798), Act III, scene 2; in A Series of Plays.
Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye,<br<Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!
Joanna Baillie— Joanna Baillie, The Black Cock, Stanza 1.
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.
Joanna Baillie— Joanna Baillie, De Montfort, Act I, scene 2.
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— Joanna Baillie, Count Basil (1798), Act III, scene 1, line 151.
Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd, The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
Joanna Baillie— Joanna Baillie, Address to Miss Agnes Baillie on her Birthday, line 126
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.
Joanna Baillie— Joanna Baillie, The Phantom, Song
The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity.
Joanna Baillie— Joanna Baillie, Orra (1812), Act III, scene 1, "The Chough and Crow"; in Plays on the Passions, Volume III.
