Jane Taylor (23 September 1783 – 13 April 1824 / Colchester, England)
Poems of Jane Taylor
|5.||Aims At Happiness||4/8/2010|
|6.||Come and Play in the Garden||1/3/2003|
|13.||Little Girls Must Not Fret||1/3/2003|
|15.||Poetry And Reality||4/8/2010|
"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.