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 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
