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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: 72
 
 
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With bla... [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 the valley of cauteretz
 
 
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the... [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: thy voice is heard
 
 
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy fac... [read poem]
tithonus
 
 
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
M... [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: 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: 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: 121
 
 
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
And ready, thou, to die with him,
Thou watchest... [read poem]
the lotos-eaters
 
 
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soo... [read poem]
milton
 
 
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,
O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,
God-gi... [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]
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]
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]
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: new style
 
 
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?
Proputty, proputty, proputty--tha... [read poem]
to j. s.
 
 
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
More softly round the open wold,
And gently c... [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: 118
 
 
Contemplate all this work of Time,
The giant labouring in his youth;
Nor dream... [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]
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]
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