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

Read the full of Jabberwocky

Fame's Penny-Trumpet

Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
And bid them huddle at your back -
Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals!

Fill all the air with hungry wails -
"Reward us, ere we think or write!
Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails
To sate the swinish appetite!"

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