Jane Taylor

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

Jane Taylor Poems

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

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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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