Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

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  • Donald J.Trump (POTUS) (12/9/2018 8:27:00 AM)

    To the with @lewiscarroll!

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  • Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro (12/9/2018 7:24:00 AM)

    Twas useful for@cristianoronaldojunior as he had it in homework!

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  • Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro (12/9/2018 7:20:00 AM)

    Stupendous work by @lewiscarroll! He should have written poems on Juventus™!

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  • PewdiePie (12/3/2018 2:48:00 PM)

    Great poems that PewdiePie enjoys

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  • Nadine (11/25/2018 5:55:00 AM)

    Your poems are very good

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  • PRATHAM (8/25/2018 4:52:00 AM)

    VERY BAD POEMS
    ADDING LINES OF DIFFERENT POETS

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  • grace (4/26/2018 8:09:00 AM)

    loved the second movie o :)

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Best Poem of Lewis Carroll

My Fancy

I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were
A least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly auburn head:
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.

She boxed my ears this morning,
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!

She has the bear's ethereal grace,
The bland hyaena's laugh,
The footstep of the ...

Read the full of My Fancy

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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