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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!