Jane Taylor

(23 September 1783 – 13 April 1824 / Colchester, England)

Jane Taylor Poems

1. The Poppy 2/5/2016
2. My Mother 4/8/2015
3. The Squire’s Pew 4/8/2010
4. Poetry And Reality 4/8/2010
5. Experience 4/8/2010
6. The World In The House 4/8/2010
7. A Fable 4/8/2010
8. Soliloquy 4/8/2010
9. Prejudice 4/8/2010
10. Good Night 4/8/2010
11. Egotism 4/8/2010
12. Aims At Happiness 4/8/2010
13. Dirty Jim 4/8/2010
14. Teaching From The Stars 4/8/2010
15. Accomplishment 4/8/2010
16. A Pair 4/8/2010
17. The World In The Heart 4/8/2010
18. Recreation 4/8/2010
19. A Town 4/8/2010
20. Pretty Cow 4/8/2010
21. Poverty 5/11/2012
22. Greedy Richard 1/3/2003
23. Finery 1/3/2003
24. Come And Play In The Garden 1/3/2003
25. The Village Green 1/3/2003
26. The Star 4/8/2010
27. The Holidays 1/3/2003
28. The Apple-Tree 1/3/2003
29. Little Girls Must Not Fret 1/3/2003
30. Sleepy Harry 1/3/2003
31. The Disappointment 1/3/2003
32. Mischief 1/3/2003
33. The Good-Natured Girls 1/3/2003
34. The Spider 1/3/2003
35. The Orphan 1/3/2003
36. The Violet 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Jane Taylor

The Violet

Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

Yet thus it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

Read the full of The Violet

Finery

In an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend.

"Ah! how they will all be delighted, I guess,
And stare with surprise at my handsome new dress!"
Thus said the vain girl, and her little heart beat,
Impatient the happy young party to meet.

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