Jane Taylor

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

Comments about Jane Taylor

  • ruqayyah (9/28/2018 12:09:00 PM)

    jane tylor is my favourite poet

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  • 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
    awesome
    wonderful

  • 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

  • Daniela Dominguez (7/15/2007 4:22:00 PM)

    I wanted to know if you could post the star, and if you don't know it you could contact me.

  • Zoe Parkhouse (4/20/2005 4:35:00 PM)

    Jane Taylor died in 1824, she might have some trouble in contacting you! !

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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