Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Comments about Lewis Carroll

  • PRATHAM (8/25/2018 4:52:00 AM)

    VERY BAD POEMS
    ADDING LINES OF DIFFERENT POETS

    2 person liked.
    9 person did not like.
  • grace (4/26/2018 8:09:00 AM)

    loved the second movie o :)

  • Surjit Kaur Sawhney (3/20/2018 11:07:00 AM)

    Nice movie

  • Spivey Inlaw (2/28/2018 4:21:00 PM)

    I couldn't remember the second word of the poem - which has been playing thru my head for months, maybe years, thanks! It's fun to quote the first 3 lines. if you can.

  • kimberly (12/14/2017 9:41:00 AM)

    he twas great and awesomeness

  • Debasmita samal (11/18/2017 12:13:00 AM)

    Wow just amazing

  • Sandhaya (11/12/2017 5:49:00 AM)

    I want smallest poem but I did not got

  • Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 8:41:00 PM)

    Such whimsical poems. I always enjoy his poetry.

  • Udiah Witness to YAH (2/15/2013 9:55:00 AM)

    Family Secrets might be better left secrets. Alice's mother was one of Charles best friends. How old was Alice? Seems her mother had no problem with Charles being with her daughters. So maybe we should just leave this be.

  • Casie Hamblin (5/14/2012 1:05:00 PM)

    What is the literary elements in this poem and how do those elements portray the conflict between passion and responbility?

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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