Jane Taylor

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 chaise
"All the week I have long'd for this holiday so, And fancied the minutes were ...

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 in hand, Making many a merry chain;
Then they form a warlike band, Marching o'er ...

RE 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

HE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
And towards that goal too vehemently
To waste a thought about another world,

UT if the foe no more without presides,
There is an inner chamber where it hides ;
In that strong hold prepares its last defence ;
And none but heavenly arms can drive it thence

WE took our work, and went, you see,
To take an early cup of tea
We did so now and then, to
The friendly debt, and so did they,

YE powers fantastic
goblin, sylph and fay,
Whose subtle forms no laws material sway ;
Ethereal essences, that dart and

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 never are heard to dispute

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,

MS who journey in the narrow way,
Should go as little cumbered as they may
'Tis heavy sailing with a freighted ship ;'Tis pleasant travelling with a staff and scrip
Gold clogs the path, dispose it how we will ;

Stars, that on your wondrous
Travel through the evening sky,
Is there nothing you can
To such a little child as I

A
NG ray of evening light        Shoots through the yellow pane ;
It makes the faded crimson bright,        And gilds the fringe again :
The window's gothic frame-work

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 may take by him,  Nor do as he has done

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky

Little baby, lay your head On your pretty cradle-bed; Shut your eye-peeps, now the day And the light are gone away; All the clothes are tucked in tight; Little baby dear, good night
Yes, my darling, well I know How the bitter wind doth blow; ...

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 now tell mamma what's the matter to-night