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."
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Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With bla...[read poem]
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With bla...
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]
This laurel, let this holly stand:
We live wi...
in the valley of cauteretz
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the...[read poem]
Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the...
the princess: come down, o maid
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd san...[read poem]
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd san...
the princess: thy voice is heard
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy fac...[read poem]
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy fac...
tithonus
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
M...[read poem]
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
M...
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Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The sile...[read poem]
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The sile...
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]
For underfoot the herb was dry;
And genial w...
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]
So loud with voices of the birds,
So thick ...
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]
And ready, thou, to die with him,
Thou watchest...
the lotos-eaters
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soo...[read poem]
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soo...
milton
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,
O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,
God-gi...[read poem]
O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,
God-gi...
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 thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook ...
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]
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise i...
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]
Watch'd again the hollow r...
morte d'arthur
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until Ki...[read poem]
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until Ki...
northern farmer: new style
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?
Proputty, proputty, proputty--tha...[read poem]
Proputty, proputty, proputty--tha...
to j. s.
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
More softly round the open wold,
And gently c...[read poem]
More softly round the open wold,
And gently c...
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]
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower ...
in memoriam a. h. h. obiit mdcccxxxiii: 118
Contemplate all this work of Time,
The giant labouring in his youth;
Nor dream...[read poem]
The giant labouring in his youth;
Nor dream...
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]
And in his presence I attend
To hear the tid...
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]
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,
We fell out, my wife...
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