The strength of man sinks in the hour of trial; but there doth live a Power that to the battle girdeth the… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
The tyrant now Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend He now dare… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down. — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure,… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
She who only finds her self-esteem In others' admiration, begs an alms; Depends on others for her daily food, And is the… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . . — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence. — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity. — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
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… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
Busy work brings after ease; Ease brings sport and sport brings rest; For young and old, of all degrees, The mingled lot is best. — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate. — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
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… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
War is honorable In those who do their native rights maintain; In those whose swords an iron barrier are Between the lawless spoiler and… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
