Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

41. Melancholetta 12/31/2002
42. Madrigal 1/1/2004
43. Little Birds 12/31/2002
44. Life Is But A Dream 3/29/2010
45. Lays Of Sorrow 1/1/2004
46. Jabberwocky 5/13/2001
47. I'Ll Tell Thee Everything I Can 3/29/2010
48. How Doth The Little Crocodile... 5/13/2001
49. Hiawatha's Photographing 12/31/2002
50. Four Riddles 12/31/2002
51. Fit The Third ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
52. Fit The Sixth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
53. Fit The Seventh ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
54. Fit The Second ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
55. Fit The Fourth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
56. Fit The First: ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
57. Fit The Fifth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
58. Fit The Eighth (Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
59. Father William 3/29/2010
60. Fame's Penny-Trumpet 12/31/2002
61. Epilogue To Through The Looking Glass 12/31/2002
62. Echoes 12/31/2002
63. Dreamland 3/29/2010
64. Dedication 1/1/2004
65. Brother And Sister 1/1/2004
66. Bessie's Song To Her Doll 3/29/2010
67. Beautiful Soup 11/26/2014
68. Atalanta In Camden -Town 1/1/2004
69. Another Acrostic ( In The Style Of Father William ) 1/1/2004
70. All In The Golden Afternoon 1/13/2003
71. Alice And The White Knight 3/29/2010
72. Acrostic 1/1/2004
73. A Valentine 12/31/2002
74. A Strange Wild Song 1/13/2003
75. A Sea Dirge 12/31/2002
76. A Nursery Darling 1/1/2004
77. A Game Of Fives 12/31/2002
78. A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky 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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