Jane Taylor

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Jane Taylor
Jane Taylor (September 23, 1783 - April 13, 1824), was an English poet and novelist. She wrote the words for the song Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star in 1806 at age 23, while living in Shilling Street, Lavenham, Suffolk. The poem is now known worldwide, but its authorship is generally forgotten. It was first published under the title "The Star" in Rhymes for the Nursery, a collection of poems by Taylor and her older sister Ann (later Mrs. Gilbert). The sisters, and their authorship of various works, have often been confused, in part because their early works were published together. Ann Taylor's son, Josiah Gilbert, wrote in her biography, "two little poems–'My Mother,' and 'Twinkle, twinkle, little Star,' are perhaps, more frequently quoted than any; the first, a lyric of life, was by Ann, the second, of nature, by Jane; and they illustrate this difference between the sisters."

the orphan
MY father and mother are dead,
No friend or relation I have :
And now the cold earth i... [read poem]
break, break, break
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue coul... [read poem]
the charge of the light brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
... [read poem]
claribel
Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,
Letting the rose-leaves fall:... [read poem]
crossing the bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the... [read poem]
the eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the a... [read poem]
the higher pantheism
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-
Are not these, O Soul, the V... [read poem]
idylls of the king: the last tournament
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round,
A... [read poem]
idylls of the king: the passing of arthur
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First made and latest left of all the knights,
Tol... [read poem]
idylls of the king: song from the marriage of geraint
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, ... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii [all 133 poems]
Preface: Strong Son of God, immortal Love
1. I hel... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: [prelude]
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By fai... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 2
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
That name the under-lying dead,
Thy fibr... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 3
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
O sweet and bi... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 5
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, li... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 6
One writes, that "Other friends remain,"
That "Loss is common to the race"--
A... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 7
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 11
Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only thr... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 15
To-night the winds begin to rise
And roar from yonder dropping day:
The last r... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 22
The path by which we twain did go,
Which led by tracts that pleased us well,
T... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 27
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 30
With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A ra... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 39
Old warder of these buried bones,
And answering now my random stroke
With frui... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 44
How fares it with the happy dead?
For here the man is more and more;
But he fo... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 45
The baby new to earth and sky,
What time his tender palm is prest
Against the ... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 54
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of n... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 55
The wish, that of the living whole
No life may fail beyond the grave,
Derives ... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 56
"So careful of the type?" but no.
From scarped cliff and quarried stone
She cr... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 67
When on my bed the moonlight falls,
I know that in thy place of rest
By that b... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 72
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With bla... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 78
Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The sile... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 82
I wage not any feud with Death
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower ... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 83
Dip down upon the northern shore
O sweet new-year delaying long;
Thou doest ex... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 95
By night we linger'd on the lawn,
For underfoot the herb was dry;
And genial w... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 96
You say, but with no touch of scorn,
Sweet-hearted, you, whose light-blue eyes
... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 99
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
So loud with voices of the birds,
So thick ... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 105
To-night ungather'd let us leave
This laurel, let this holly stand:
We live wi... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 116
Is it, then, regret for buried time
That keenlier in sweet April wakes,
And me... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 118
Contemplate all this work of Time,
The giant labouring in his youth;
Nor dream... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 121
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
And ready, thou, to die with him,
Thou watchest... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 124
That which we dare invoke to bless;
Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
H... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 126
Love is and was my Lord and King,
And in his presence I attend
To hear the tid... [read poem]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 131
O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise i... [read poem]
in the valley of cauteretz
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the... [read poem]
the lady of shalott (1832)
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and me... [read poem]
the lady of shalott (1842)
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and me... [read poem]
late, late, so late
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.... [read poem]
locksley hall
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
Leave me here, and when you wa... [read poem]
locksley hall sixty years after
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
Watch'd again the hollow r... [read poem]
the lotos-eaters
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soo... [read poem]
mariana
"Mariana in the Moated Grange"
(Shakespeare, Measure for Measure)

With black... [read poem]
mariana in the south
With one black shadow at its feet,
The house thro' all the level shines,
Close-latti... [read poem]
maud; a monodrama (from part i)
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden,... [read poem]
maud; a monodrama (from part ii)
O that 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Rou... [read poem]
milton
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,
O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,
God-gi... [read poem]
morte d'arthur
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until Ki... [read poem]
northern farmer: old style
Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?
Noorse? thoort nowt o' a n... [read poem]
northern farmer: new style
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?
Proputty, proputty, proputty--tha... [read poem]
Œnone
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
The swimming vapo... [read poem]
of old sat freedom on the heights
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook ... [read poem]
the palace of art
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
I said, "O ... [read poem]
the princess: as thro' the land
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,
We fell out, my wife... [read poem]
the princess: ask me no more
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the s... [read poem]
the princess: come down, o maid
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd san... [read poem]
the princess: home they brought her warrior dead
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens... [read poem]
the princess: now sleeps the crimson petal
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor... [read poem]
the princess: o swallow
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
And ... [read poem]
the princess: our enemies have fall'n
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed,
The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark,... [read poem]
the princess: sweet and low
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,... [read poem]
the princess: tears, idle tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
... [read poem]
the princess: the splendour falls on castle walls
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The l... [read poem]
the princess: thy voice is heard
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy fac... [read poem]
recollections of the arabian nights
When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In the silken sail of infancy,
The tide of time... [read poem]
st. agnes' eve
Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon:
My breath to heaven li... [read poem]
tithonus
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
M... [read poem]
to j. s.
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
More softly round the open wold,
And gently c... [read poem]
to virgil, written at the request of the manuans for the nineteenth centenary of virgil's death
Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, ... [read poem]
ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match... [read poem]
you ask me, why, tho' ill at ease
You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits fal... [read poem]
scrambled eggs and whiskey
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
a sweet town, bleak, God know... [read poem]
ray
How many guys are sitting at their kitchen tables
right now, one-thirty in the morning, thi... [read poem]
wife poem
And it's clear at last, she dropped
down from the moon, not like some
sylphy Cynthia at De... [read poem]
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