Jane Taylor Poems

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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 princess: the splendour falls on castle walls
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The l... [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]
northern farmer: old style
Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?
Noorse? thoort nowt o' a n... [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]
scrambled eggs and whiskey
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
a sweet town, bleak, God know... [read poem]
the princess: o swallow
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
And ... [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]
maud; a monodrama (from part i)
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden,... [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]
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]
st. agnes' eve
Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon:
My breath to heaven li... [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]
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]
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]
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match... [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]
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]
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]
locksley hall
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
Leave me here, and when you wa... [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]
mariana in the south
With one black shadow at its feet,
The house thro' all the level shines,
Close-latti... [read poem]
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
The swimming vapo... [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]
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]
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: 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]
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]
"Mariana in the Moated Grange"
(Shakespeare, Measure for Measure)

With black... [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]
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]

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