Jane Taylor

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

The Violet - Poem by Jane Taylor

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.


Comments about The Violet by Jane Taylor

  • Terry Craddock Terry Craddock (12/3/2015 5:58:00 PM)

    Bliss Beauty Flowers In Settings Wild

    if I were a master florist
    seeking out a bloom perfect
    flowers with flawed bent
    heads would get a peep not

    swift into dustbin discarded
    go not one customer wept
    alas not a single soul to shed
    tears for flowers to early tomb sent

    but unless your florists
    a flower with a bend
    stem that hangs its head

    which still looks beautiful smells
    like sweet perfume is still a precious
    rare joy to behold in wild settings


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'The Violet' by Jane Taylor.
    Dedicated to the poet Jane Taylor.
    Split image from the poem 'A Master Florist Seeks Out A Perfect Bloom' by Terence George Craddock. (Report) Reply

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  • Terry Craddock Terry Craddock (12/3/2015 5:13:00 PM)

    A Master Florist Seeks Out A Perfect Bloom

    if I were a master florist seeking out a perfect bloom
    flowers with flawed bent heads would not get a peep
    into dustbin discarded go not one customer to weep
    not a single soul to shed a tear for flowers sent to early tomb

    but unless your a florist a flower with a bend
    stem that hangs its head which still glance looks
    startling beautiful smells like sweet perfume is
    still a precious rare joy to behold in settings wild


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'The Violet' by Jane Taylor.
    Dedicated to the poet Jane Taylor.
    Original version of the split image 'Bliss Beauty Flowers In Settings Wild' by Terence George Craddock. (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock Terry Craddock (11/22/2015 10:34:00 PM)

    The moral of the poem could be, unless your a florist, a flower with a bend stem that hangs its head, which still looks beautiful and smells like sweet perfume, is still a precious joy to behold in the wild. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Schroeder (11/22/2015 9:26:00 PM)

    a pleasant poem; I enjoy the alternate lines rhyming; wish I could write like that. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (11/22/2015 1:47:00 PM)

    A very prettily written poem, almost as humble as its topic. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/22/2015 12:14:00 PM)

    Nice imagery and beautiful poem....10 (Report) Reply

  • John Petree (11/22/2015 5:38:00 AM)

    The beauty in something so simple to express a deeper meaning is astonishing (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (11/22/2015 5:13:00 AM)

    Then let me to the valley go
    This pretty flower to see
    That I may also learn to grow
    In sweet humility.
    A fantastic write. Loved the desire of learning to grow in humility. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Neran Sati (11/22/2015 3:55:00 AM)

    that poem is a violet
    that is
    the poem
    .. is a violet (Report) Reply

    Neran Sati (11/22/2015 4:17:00 PM)

    meaning that the poem and it object are ideally bound..

  • Oduro Bright Amoh (11/22/2015 1:38:00 AM)

    A lesson in humility sweetly written. Wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/2/2014 10:59:00 PM)

    ......oh this is a beautiful poem.....so lovely....with great rhythm and flow....truly enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Nycole Davey (3/2/2006 7:48:00 PM)

    i really like this poem. the everitt middle school girl's choir (7th & 8th graders) are singing 'The Violet' for our concert and it is just beautiful. my teacher's name is Ms. Edewaard and she works really hard to keep the class singing. she sometimes gets on everyone's nerves, but overall, she okay! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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