''So, while their bodies moulder hereAnn Taylor (1782-1866), British writer of poetry for children, and Jane Taylor (1783-1824). About Dying.
Their souls with God himself shall dwell,
But always recollect, my dear,
That wicked people go to hell.''
''Who ran to help me when I fell,Ann Taylor (1782-1866), British writer of verse for children. My Mother, st. 6, Original Poems for Infant Minds (1804).
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
''Who fed me from her gentle breast,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.
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
''Twinkle, twinkle, little star,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.
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!''
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From morning till night it was Lucy's delight
To chatter and talk without stopping:
There was not a day but she rattled away,
Like water for ever a-dropping.
No matter at all if the subjects were small,
Or not worth the trouble of saying,
'Twas equal to her, she would talking prefer
To working, or reading, or playing.