James Bayard Taylor
James Bayard Taylor Poems
- A Night With A Wolf Little one come to my knee ! ...
- Bedouin Song FROM the Desert I come to thee On a stallion ...
- The Cantelope Side by side in the crowded streets, Amid ...
- The Song Of The Camp “GIVE us a song!” the soldiers ...
- America: From The National Ode...
- The Return Of The Goddess Not as in youth, with steps ...
- Gettysburg Ode After the eyes that looked, the lips that ...
James Bayard Taylor was an American poet, literary critic, translator, and travel author.
Life and Work
He was born on January 11, 1825, in Kennett Square in Chester County, Pennsylvania. He was the fourth son, first to live to maturity, of Joseph and Rebecca (née Way) Taylor. His father was a well-to-do farmer and young Bayard received his early instruction in an academy at West Chester, and later at Unionville. At the age of seventeen he was apprenticed to a printer in West Chester. His interest in poetry was coached by influential critic and editor Rufus Wilmot Griswold, who encouraged him to produce a volume of poetry. Published at Philadelphia in 1844 under the ... more »
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A Night With A Wolf
Little one come to my knee !
Hark how the rain is pouring
Over the roof in the pitch dark night,
And the winds in the woods a-roaring
Hush,my darling, and listen,
Then pay for the story with kisses;
Father was lost in the pitch-black night
In just such a storm as this is.
High on the lonely mountain
Where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush,
And I on my path belated.
The rain and the night together
Came down, and the wind came ...