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Ann Taylor Poems

  • The Cut
    Well, what's the matter? there's a face
    What ! has it cut a vein?
    And is it quite a shocking place?
    Come, let us look again. ...
  • 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 that it would not come crawling on me. ' ...
  • Deaf Martha
    Poor Martha is old, and her hair is turn'd grey,
    And her hearing has left her for many a year;
    Ten to one if she knows what it is that you say,
    Though she puts her poor wither'd hand close to her ear. ...
  • Little Girls Must Not Fret
    WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?
    Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
    Thereâ??lay down your head on my bosomâ??that's right,
    And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night. ...
  • Sophia-s Fool-s-cap
    SOPHIA was a little child,
    Obliging, good, and very mild,
    Yet lest of dress she should be vain,
    Mamma still dress'd her well, but plain. ...
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  • Jkleinbrook: laurie ann taylor, 44, and her then 17-year-old daughter — the baby’s mother — were indicted on child abuse and manslaughter charges. dr. machain.....hehe
  • Solisolsoli: helios 456, 2014, by michael taylor
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John Bunyan Poem
Upon The Sun's Reflection Upon The Clouds In A Fair Morning
 by John Bunyan

Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see
Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be;
They look as if they saw that golden face
That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace.
Unto the saints' sweet incense, or their prayer,
These smoky curdled clouds I do compare.
For as these clouds seem edged, or laced with gold,
Their prayers return with blessings manifold.
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