Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

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