Jane Taylor

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

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  • saurab sarkar (11/4/2018 7:37:00 AM)

    Add a comment jane is poem are soo good and she was a good poet

  • ruqayyah (9/28/2018 12:09:00 PM)

    jane tylor is my favourite poet

  • Sunita yadav (7/5/2018 10:25:00 AM)

    What was the feeling that little Harry had, in the beginning

  • Rittiga (6/23/2018 2:01:00 AM)

    superb
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  • BenTheGoat (6/13/2018 8:15:00 AM)

    76ers will win 2018-2019 NBA championship

  • Bertina (4/26/2018 1:34:00 PM)

    How can I get the rhythm scheme of their poems

  • Maya Hardy (3/13/2018 5:56:00 PM)

    I know wikipedia isn't the best source, but it says her father was Isaac Taylor, and then at the end, it says her brother taylor, gave her comfort, is that an insane coinincedence, or true, please help me answer this question!

  • jane frances (2/16/2018 8:05:00 AM)

    how can i get the concerns of jane taylor in regards to this poem

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.

Read the full of The Violet

Finery

In an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend.

"Ah! how they will all be delighted, I guess,
And stare with surprise at my handsome new dress!"
Thus said the vain girl, and her little heart beat,
Impatient the happy young party to meet.

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