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

With saddest music all day long
She soothed her secret sorrow:
At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong
Such cheerful words to borrow.
Dearest, a sweeter, sadder song
I'll sing to thee to-morrow."

I thanked her, but I could not say
That I was glad to hear it:

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