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…

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
Wherever pleasure or caprice may guide ;

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 ;
Makes it fatiguing…

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

Звёздочка, сияй, сияй,
Тем, что есть ты — удивляй!
Как на небе — бриллиант,
Дан тебе блистать талант.Только солнце — на закат,…

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.

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; And…

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.

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

Thank you, pretty cow, that
Pleasant milk to soak my
Every day and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

"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 drum. " Thus said little Harry, unwilling to tarry, Impatient from school…

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, he disposed of his store,
To children or any who pass'd by his door, To buy him…

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 :

"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 that it would not come crawling on me. " "Indeed,"…

A SLANTING ray of evening light
  Shoots through the yellow pane;
It makes the faded crimson bright,
  And gilds the fringe again:…

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 the tomb, The sight made me bitterly cry;
I said, "And is this the dark…