A Celebration of Women Writers

"Negligent Mary." by Isaac Taylor (1759-1829)
Publication: Taylor, Jane & Taylor, Ann. Little Ann and Other Poems. London, New York: George Routledge & Sons, 1883. pp. 35-36.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

[Page 35]


AH, Mary! what, do you for dolly not care?
  And why is she left on the floor?
Forsaken, and cover'd with dust, I declare;
  With you I must trust her no more.

I thought you were pleased, as you took her so gladly,
  When on your birthday she was sent;
Did I ever suppose you would use her so sadly?
  Was that, do you think, what I meant?

With her bonnet of straw you once were delighted,
  And trimm'd it so pretty with pink;
But now it is crumpled, and dolly is slighted:
  Her nurse quite forgets her, I think.

[Page 36]

Suppose now–for Mary is dolly to me,
  Whom I love to see tidy and fair–
Suppose I should leave you, as dolly I see,
  In tatters, and comfortless there.

But dolly feels nothing, as you do, my dear,
  Nor cares for her negligent nurse:
If I were as careless as you are, I fear,
  Your lot, and my fault, would be worse.

And therefore it is, in my Mary, I strive
  To check every fault that I see:
Mary's doll is but waxen–mamma's is alive,
  And of far more importance than she.


Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom