Jane Taylor

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

Jane Taylor Poems

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

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The Spider

"Oh, look at that great ugly spider!" said Ann;
And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan;
"'Tis a frightful black creature as ever can be,
I wish that it would not come crawling on me. "

"Indeed," said her mother, "I'll venture to say,
The poor thing will try to keep out of your way;
For after the fright, and the fall, and the pain,
It has much more occasion than you to complain.

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