Category Archives: Ann Taylor

Poem – The Holidays

‘AH! don’t you remember, ’tis almost December, And soon will the holidays come; Oh, ’twill be so funny, I’ve plenty of money, I’ll buy me a sword and a drum. ‘ Thus said little Harry, unwilling to tarry, Impatient from … Continue reading

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Poem – Little Girls must not Fret

WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?  Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:  There–lay down your head on my bosom–that’s right, And now tell mamma what’s the matter to-night.  What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired … Continue reading

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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Poem – Meddlesome Matty

One ugly trick has often spoil’d The sweetest and the best;  Matilda, though a pleasant child,  One ugly trick possess’d,  Which, like a cloud before the skies,  Hid all her better qualities.  Sometimes she’d lift the tea-pot lid,  To peep … Continue reading

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Poem – The Baby’s Dance

Dance little baby, dance up high, Never mind baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There little baby, there you go; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance little … Continue reading

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Poem – The Little Negro – Ann Taylor

Ah! the poor little blackamoor, see there he goes,  And the blood gushes out from his half frozen toes,  And his legs are so thin you may see the very bones,  As he goes shiver, shiver, on the sharp cutting … Continue reading

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Poem – The Cow  – Ann Taylor

Thank you, pretty cow, that made  Pleasant milk to soak my bread,  Every day and every night,  Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.  Do not chew the hemlock rank,  Growing on the weedy bank;  But the yellow cowslips eat;  … Continue reading

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