Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

1. To Miss Vera Beringer 2/3/2015
2. The Manlet 1/27/2012
3. The Walrus And The Baker's Man 12/16/2014
4. Beautiful Soup 11/26/2014
5. Tema Con Variazioni 12/31/2002
6. Theme With Variations 1/1/2004
7. Phantasmagoria Canto Vii ( Sad Souvenaunce ) 1/1/2004
8. Fit The Third ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
9. Phantasmagoria Canto V ( Byckerment ) 1/1/2004
10. The Palace Of Humbug 1/1/2004
11. I'Ll Tell Thee Everything I Can 3/29/2010
12. Phantasmagoria Canto Iv ( Hys Nouryture ) 1/1/2004
13. The Lang Coortin' 12/31/2002
14. Phantasmagoria Canto Vi ( Dyscomfyture ) 1/1/2004
15. Phantasmagoria Canto Iii ( Scarmoges ) 1/1/2004
16. Phantasmagoria Canto Ii ( Hys Fyve Rules ) 1/1/2004
17. Ye Carpette Knyghte 12/31/2002
18. Fit The Sixth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
19. The Three Voices 12/31/2002
20. Photography Extraordinary 1/1/2004
21. Prologue 12/31/2002
22. Preface To Hunting Of The Snark 1/1/2004
23. Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur 12/31/2002
24. Madrigal 1/1/2004
25. Size And Tears 12/31/2002
26. Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) 1/1/2004
27. She's All My Fancy Painted Him 1/1/2004
28. Melancholetta 12/31/2002
29. The Sea 1/3/2003
30. Fit The Seventh ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
31. The Voice Of The Lobster 5/13/2001
32. The Lobster-Quadrille 5/13/2001
33. The White Knight's Song 5/13/2001
34. Fit The Fourth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
35. Hiawatha's Photographing 12/31/2002
36. The Knight's Song 1/3/2003
37. Life Is But A Dream 3/29/2010
38. The Aged Aged Man 1/13/2003
39. Bessie's Song To Her Doll 3/29/2010
40. Fit The Second ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Lewis Carroll

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it ...

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The Knight's Song

I'll tell thee everything I can:
There's little to relate.
I saw an aged aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.

'Who are you, aged man?' I said.
'And how is it you live?'
And his answer trickled through my head,
Like water through a sieve.

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