To Cupid

By Joanna Baillie 1762–1851 Joanna Baillie
Child, with many a childish wile,
Timid look, and blushing smile,
Downy wings to steal thy way,
Gilded bow, and quiver gay,
Who in thy simple mien would trace
The tyrant of the human race?

Who is he whose flinty heart
Hath not felt the flying dart?
Who is he that from the wound
Hath not pain and pleasure found?
Who is he that hath not shed
Curse and blessing on thy head?

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Poet Joanna Baillie 1762–1851

POET’S REGION Scotland

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Subjects Love, Desire, First Love, Infatuation & Crushes, Unrequited Love

 Joanna  Baillie

Biography

The daughter of a Church of Scotland minister, Romantic poet and playwright Joanna Baillie grew up in rural Scotland and spent much of her adult life in Hampstead, just outside London.
 
Baillie’s lyric poems often take the form of meditations on nature and youth. She was the author of Poems: Wherein It Is Attempted to Describe Certain Views of Nature and of Rustic Manners (1790), Metrical Legends of Exalted Characters (1821), . . .

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SUBJECT Love, Desire, First Love, Infatuation & Crushes, Unrequited Love

POET’S REGION Scotland

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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