Ann Taylor was an English poet and literary critic. In her youth she was a writer of verse for children, for which she achieved long-lasting popularity. In the years immediately preceding her marriage, she became an astringent literary critic of growing reputation. She is, however, best remembered as the elder sister and collaborator of Jane Taylor.
The literary family
The Taylor sisters were part of an extensive literary family, daughters of Isaac Taylor of Ongar. Ann was born in Islington and lived with her family at first in London and later in Lavenham in Suffolk, in Colchester and, briefly, in Ongar. The sisters' brother, Isaac Taylor, was, like his father, an engraver of considerable distinction and later became an educational pioneer and Independent minister and wrote ...
What is the evidence that this is a (photographic) portrait of Ann Taylor (Ann Gilbert as she would have been by then) , my 2xgreat-grandmother? It doesn’t look like authenticated portraits of her &, when she was the age of the woman portrayed (c.50?) , photographic portraits wd have been rare indeed.
Although the portrait gives the appearance of being associated with the Wikipedia article the text of which you have reprinted, which I wrote, I certainly did not supply the portrait. I do, however, own one of the copies of the smaller crayon portrait above it done by her son Josiah in her old age.
it reminds me of how good mums are if u are seeing this say mum i love u
IT IS A NICE PEOM BUT THE AUTHOR IM NOT SURE WETHER IT IS A MAN OR WOMAN
My Mother
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
This is a COURT ORDER FINAL ACH DEPOSIT DOCKET .