Treasure Island

Ann Taylor

(30 January 1782 - 20 December 1866 / Colchester, England)

Quotations

  • ''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.
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  • ''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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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.

I've seen naughty children run after her fast,
And cry, "Martha, run, there's a bullock so bold;"
And when she was frighten'd, ­laugh at her at last,
Because she believed the sad stories they told.

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