Poems by Ann Taylor
The Vulgar Little Lady
... "But, mamma, now, " said Charlotte, "pray, don't you believe ...
The Washing and Dressing
... That's right -- take the towel and wipe your wet eye, ...
To a Little Girl That Has Told a Lie
... Will tinge your face with shame and heat ...
The Boys And The Apple-Tree
... They would rather eat apples than spell, read, or play, ...
The Holidays
... Though first they delighted, his toys were now slighted, ...
The Good-Natured Girls
... They are willing to yield, and give up their own way: ...
The Butterfly
... And though from flower to flower I rove, ...
My Mother
... My Mother. When thou art feeble, old and grey, ...
The Disappointment
... "But though the world's pleasures are fleeting and vain, ...
Mischief
... He'd tie a string across the street, ...
Dirty Jim
... Nor his own dirty clothes to survey: ...
The Violet
... And there diffused a sweet perfume, ...
Sophias Fools-Cap
... What naughty tricks, pray, has she done, ...
The Wooden Doll And The Wax Doll
... "My dear wax doll!" sweet Blanchidine would cry ...
Frances Keeps Her Promise
... " Down stairs young Frances quickly ran, ...
