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"So, while their bodies moulder here
Their souls with God himself shall dwell,—
But always recollect, my dear,
That wicked people go to hell."
Ann Taylor (1782-1866), British writer of poetry for children, and Jane Taylor (1783-1824). About Dying. |
"Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother."
Ann Taylor (1782-1866), British writer of verse for children. My Mother, st. 6, Original Poems for Infant Minds (1804). |
"Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother."
Ann Taylor (1783-1824), British poet. My Mother (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of Children's Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!"
Ann Taylor (1782-1866), British writer of verse for children, and Jane Taylor (1783-1824), British writer of verse for children. The Star, st. 1, Rhymes for the Nursery (1806).
in Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, the Mad Hatter sings: "Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky." The burlesque may refer to a professor of mathematics at Oxford known as "The Bat," probably from his tendency when lecturing to soar above the heads of his listeners. |
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