Poems by Ann Taylor
George And The Chimney-Sweep
... " Sweep wiped his clothes with labour vain, ...
Greedy Richard
... His pockets search'd, but search'd in vain ...
Sleepy Harry
... And all the ducks, and fowls, you know, ...
The Village Green
... Rich array, and mansions proud, ...
James And The Shoulder Of Mutton
... The people laugh'd, and rude boys grinn'd ...
The Orphan
... And now the cold earth is their bed, ...
Washing And Dressing
... Come, drive that long sob from your dear little breast, ...
The Childs Monitor
... "Take care, dear child, you may be drown'd: " ...
Come And Play In The Garden
... We'll take the daisies, white and red, ...
The Gaudy Flower
... While beauty fails to stir our love, ...
The Little Negro
... But there came some wicked people, and they stole him far away, ...
The Spider
... do you see What a delicate web it has spun in the tree ...
Negligent Mary
... I thought you were pleased, as you took her so gladly, ...
Careless Mathilda
... "Here, child, " said she, "my mistress sends you this, ...
Little Girls Must Not Fret
... Good night, my dear child, but don't fret any more ...
