Joanna Baillie Quotes

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Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

Joanna Baillie
A willing heart adds feather to the heel,
And makes the clown a winged Mercury.

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O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues hast thou.

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She who only finds her self-esteem
In others' admiration, begs an alms;
Depends on others for her daily food,
And is the very servant of her slaves;
Tho' oftentimes, in a fantastic hour,
O'er men she may a childish pow'r exert,
Which not ennobles but degrades her state.

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Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat,
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
Soft moves the dipping oar!

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This pure air
Braces the listless nerves, and warms the blood:
I feel in freedom here.

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I would, God knows, in a poor woodman's hut
Have spent my peaceful days, and shared my crust
With her who would have cheer'd me, rather far
Than on this throne; but being what I am,
I'll be it nobly.

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Though duller thoughts succeed, the bliss e'en of a moment still is bliss.

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I am as one
Who doth attempt some lofty mountain's height,
And having gained what to the upcast eye
the summit's point appear'd, astonish'd sees
Its cloudy top, majestic and enlarged,
Towering aloft, as distant as before.

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Pride 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.

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Me care for te laws when te laws care for me.

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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 grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.

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Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.

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I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

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The tyrant now
Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber
The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend
He now dare trust.

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The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.

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War is honorable
In those who do their native rights maintain;
In those whose swords an iron barrier are
Between the lawless spoiler and the weak;
But is, in those who draw th' offensive blade
For added power or gain, sordid and despicable
As meanest office of the worldly churl.

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Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye

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Stand there, damn'd meddling villain, and be silent;
For if thou utt'rest but a single word,
A cough or hem, to cross me in my speech,
I'll send thy cursed spirit from the earth,
To bellow with the damn'd!

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I 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.

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That look'd
As though an angel, in his upward flight,
Had left his mantle floating in mid-air.

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To 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.

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A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.

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My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.

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Can spirit from the tomb, or fiend from hell,
More hateful, more malignant be than man —
Than villainous man?

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