Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

1. Jabberwocky 5/13/2001
2. A Strange Wild Song 1/13/2003
3. The Crocodile 12/31/2002
4. A Game Of Fives 12/31/2002
5. Little Birds 12/31/2002
6. My Fancy 12/31/2002
7. Echoes 12/31/2002
8. Brother And Sister 1/1/2004
9. A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky 1/1/2004
10. The Walrus And The Carpenter 1/3/2003
11. A Sea Dirge 12/31/2002
12. You Are Old Father William 12/31/2002
13. Epilogue To Through The Looking Glass 12/31/2002
14. A Valentine 12/31/2002
15. Acrostic 1/1/2004
16. My Fairy 1/1/2004
17. The Mad Gardener's Song 12/31/2002
18. All In The Golden Afternoon 1/13/2003
19. Dreamland 3/29/2010
20. A Nursery Darling 1/1/2004
21. The Hunting Of The Snark 12/31/2002
22. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat! 1/1/2004
23. Alice And The White Knight 3/29/2010
24. How Doth The Little Crocodile... 5/13/2001
25. Dedication 1/1/2004
26. Atalanta In Camden -Town 1/1/2004
27. Rules And Regulations 1/1/2004
28. Punctuality 1/1/2004
29. Father William 3/29/2010
30. Lays Of Sorrow 1/1/2004
31. The Sea 12/31/2002
32. Fame's Penny-Trumpet 12/31/2002
33. Four Riddles 12/31/2002
34. Bessie's Song To Her Doll 3/29/2010
35. Fit The Eighth (Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
36. Another Acrostic ( In The Style Of Father William ) 1/1/2004
37. Fit The Fifth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
38. Fit The First: ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
39. The White Knight's Song 5/13/2001
40. Life Is But A Dream 3/29/2010
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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