Jane Taylor

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

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,

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 large little party the evening to spend

I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm
So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play; She shall sit by my side, And I'll give her some food; And she'll lov...

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 the painted portal--where one knocks :

--A
LY good ; that none e'er bought or
For gem, or pearl, or miser's store, twice told :
Save certain watery pearls, possessed by all,

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

RE was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him, And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face

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; ...

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

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

"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 pastry-cook's
And there he cast his greedy