''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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A True Story
Little Ann and her mother were walking one day
Through London's wide city so fair,
And business obliged them to go by the way
That led them through Cavendish Square.
And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord,
A beautiful chariot there came,
To take some most elegant ladies abroad,
Who straightway got into the same.