Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The World In The House
PILGRIMS who journey in the narrow way,Should go as little cumbered as they may.'Tis heavy sailing with a freighted ship ;'Tis pleasant travelling..
© Jane Taylor
A Fable
ONE day a sage knocked at a chemist's door,Bringing a curious compound to explore.--'Behold ! said he, as from his vest he drew it,'This little..
© Jane Taylor
Accomplishment
HOW is it that masters, and science, and art,One spark of intelligence fail to impart,Unless in that chemical union combined,Of which the result, in..
© Jane Taylor
A Pair
THERE was a youth--but woe is me :I quite forgot his name, and he,Without some label round his neck,Is like one pea among a peck.Go search the..
© Jane Taylor
Soliloquy
Here's a beautiful earth and a wonderful sky,And to see them, God gives us a heart and an eye;Nor leaves us untouch'd by the pleasure they yield,Like..
© Jane Taylor
Pretty Cow
Thank you, pretty cow, that madePleasant milk to soak my breadEvery day and every night,Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.Do not chew the hemlock..
© Jane Taylor
Egotism
YE powers fantastic ! goblin, sylph and fay,Whose subtle forms no laws material sway ;Ethereal essences, that dart and glideWherever pleasure or..
© Jane Taylor
Prejudice
IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,Lead to..
© Jane Taylor
Aims At Happiness
HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,How oft is buckled spur to heel,How many a steed in short relayStands harnessed on the king's highway,How many a..
© Jane Taylor
Poverty
I saw an old cottage of clay,And only of mud was the floor;It was all falling into decay,And the snow drifted in at the door.Yet there a poor family..
© Jane Taylor
Good Night
Little baby, lay your headOn your pretty cradle-bed;Shut your eye-peeps, now the dayAnd the light are gone away;All the clothes are tucked in..
© Jane Taylor
A Town
A BUSY town mid Britain's isle,Behold in fancy's eye ;With tower, and spire, and civic pile,Beneath a summer sky :And orchard, garden, field, and..
© Jane Taylor
Teaching From The Stars
Stars, that on your wondrous wayTravel through the evening sky,Is there nothing you can sayTo such a little child as I?Tell me, for I long to..
© Jane Taylor
Dirty Jim
THERE was one little Jim,'Tis reported of him,And must be to his lasting disgrace,That he never was seenWith hands at all clean,Nor yet ever clean..
© Jane Taylor
Finery
In an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,With a..
© Jane Taylor
Greedy Richard
"I think I want some pies this morning,"Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;So down he threw his slate and books,And saunter'd to the..
© Jane Taylor
The Holidays
"Ah! don't you remember, 'tis almost December,And soon will the holidays come;Oh, 'twill be so funny, I've plenty of money,I'll buy me a sword and a..
© Jane Taylor
The Village Green
On the cheerful village green,Skirted round with houses small,All the boys and girls are seen,Playing there with hoop and ball.Now they frolic hand..
© Jane Taylor
Recreation
WE took our work, and went, you see,To take an early cup of tea.We did so now and then, to payThe friendly debt, and so did they,Not that our..
© Jane Taylor
The Apple-Tree
Old John had an apple-tree, healthy and green,Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen,So juicy, so mellow, and red;And when they were ripe..
© Jane Taylor
Little Girls Must Not Fret
What is it that makes little Emily cry?Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:There -- lay down your head on my bosom -- that's right,And..
© Jane Taylor
Sleepy Harry
"I do not like to go to bed,"Sleepy little Harry said;"Go, naughty Betty, go away,I will not come at all, I say! "Oh, silly child! what is he..
© Jane Taylor
The Disappointment
In tears to her mother poor Harriet came,Let us listen to hear what she says:"O see, dear mamma, it is pouring with rain,We cannot go out in the..
© Jane Taylor
The Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are,Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.When the blazing sun is set,And the..
© Jane Taylor
The Spider
"Oh, look at that great ugly spider!" said Ann;And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan;"'Tis a frightful black creature as ever can be,I wish..
© Jane Taylor