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."

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]
ray
 
 
How many guys are sitting at their kitchen tables
right now, one-thirty in the morning, thi... [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]
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 6
 
 
One writes, that "Other friends remain,"
That "Loss is common to the race"--
A... [read poem]
the orphan
 
 
MY father and mother are dead,
No friend or relation I have :
And now the cold earth i... [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]
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: 30
 
 
With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A ra... [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: 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: 3
 
 
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
O sweet and bi... [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]
break, break, break
 
 
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue coul... [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]
the eagle
 
 
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the 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: 15
 
 
To-night the winds begin to rise
And roar from yonder dropping day:
The last r... [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]
claribel
 
 
Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,
Letting the rose-leaves fall:... [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]
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: 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: 5
 
 
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, li... [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: 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: 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: 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: 39
 
 
Old warder of these buried bones,
And answering now my random stroke
With frui... [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]

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