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").
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
Come And Play In The Garden
Little sister, come away,And let us in the garden play,For it is a pleasant day.On the grass-plat let us sit,Or, if you please, we'll play a bit,And..
© Jane Taylor
The Orphan
My father and mother are dead,Nor friend, nor relation I know;And now the cold earth is their bed,And daisies will over them grow.I cast my eyes into..
© Jane Taylor
The Good-Natured Girls
Two good little children, named Mary and Ann,Both happily live, as good girls always can;And though they are not either sullen or mute,They seldom or..
© Jane Taylor
Mischief
Let those who're fond of idle tricks,Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks,And all that sort of fun,Now hear a tale of idle Jim,That warning they..
© Jane Taylor
The Violet
Down in a green and shady bed,A modest violet grew;Its stalk was bent, it hung its headAs if to hide from view.And yet it was a lovely flower,Its..
© Jane Taylor