Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

41. Fit The Eighth (Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
42. The White Knight's Song 5/13/2001
43. Another Acrostic ( In The Style Of Father William ) 1/1/2004
44. Fit The First: ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
45. The Sea 12/31/2002
46. Fit The Fifth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
47. Punctuality 1/1/2004
48. Fit The Second ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
49. The Voice Of The Lobster 5/13/2001
50. Fame's Penny-Trumpet 12/31/2002
51. Life Is But A Dream 3/29/2010
52. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat! 1/1/2004
53. Alice And The White Knight 3/29/2010
54. Atalanta In Camden -Town 1/1/2004
55. Rules And Regulations 1/1/2004
56. How Doth The Little Crocodile... 5/13/2001
57. The Mad Gardener's Song 12/31/2002
58. Lays Of Sorrow 1/1/2004
59. Four Riddles 12/31/2002
60. Father William 3/29/2010
61. My Fairy 1/1/2004
62. Acrostic 1/1/2004
63. You Are Old Father William 12/31/2002
64. The Hunting Of The Snark 12/31/2002
65. Dedication 1/1/2004
66. A Nursery Darling 1/1/2004
67. All In The Golden Afternoon 1/13/2003
68. Epilogue To Through The Looking Glass 12/31/2002
69. Dreamland 3/29/2010
70. The Walrus And The Carpenter 1/3/2003
71. A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky 1/1/2004
72. A Sea Dirge 12/31/2002
73. A Valentine 12/31/2002
74. Echoes 12/31/2002
75. Brother And Sister 1/1/2004
76. Little Birds 12/31/2002
77. My Fancy 12/31/2002
78. A Game Of Fives 12/31/2002
79. The Crocodile 12/31/2002
80. A Strange Wild Song 1/13/2003
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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Melancholetta

With saddest music all day long
She soothed her secret sorrow:
At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong
Such cheerful words to borrow.
Dearest, a sweeter, sadder song
I'll sing to thee to-morrow."

I thanked her, but I could not say
That I was glad to hear it:

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