Poems by Jane Taylor
Come and Play in the Garden
... We'll take the daisies, white and red, ...
Finery
... For they saw she was proud, but forgot she was fine ...
Greedy Richard
... His pockets search'd, but search'd in vain ...
Little Girls Must Not Fret
... There -- lay down your head on my bosom -- that's right, ...
Mischief
... If travellers passing chanced to stay, ...
Sleepy Harry
... I will not come at all, I say! "Oh, silly child! what is he saying ...
The Apple-Tree
... For the great GOD, who even through darkness can look, ...
The Disappointment
... Do look at those terrible showers! " "I'm sorry, my dear, " her kind mother replied, ...
The Good-Natured Girls
... They would be ashamed to behave themselves so! Whatever occurs, in their work or their play, ...
The Holidays
... Though first they delighted, his toys were now slighted, ...
The Orphan
... And now the cold earth is their bed, ...
The Spider
... Come learn from this spider what patience can do! "And when at your business you're tempted to play, ...
The Village Green
... Where true pleasure may be seen, ...
The Violet
... And there diffused a sweet perfume, ...
A Town
... Pain writhes within those stately walls ...
