I am trying to find the collected plays, if such a volume exists.

I am much taken with Joanna Baillie's poems. The earlier 1790 book is on Gutenberg.
"The wild winds bellow o'er my head,
And spent eve's fading light;
Where shall I find some friendly shed
To screen me from the night?

"Ah! round me lies a desert vast,
No habitation near;
And dark and pathless is the waste,
And fills the mind with fear
for instance.

Or this, from an indoor perspective:
Loud roars the wind that shakes this wall;
It is no common blast:
Deep hollow sounds pass thro' my hall,
O would the night were past!