Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

81. You Are Old Father William 12/31/2002

Comments about Lewis Carroll

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

    Wow just amazing

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  • 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?

  • Melynda Huskey (2/15/2010 2:06:00 PM)

    This poem is a remix of poems by Tennyson and Wordsworth-it was a commonplace of Victorian criticism that Tennyson was Wordsworth's literary heir. Carroll includes references to We are Seven, The Intimations Ode, Lady Clara Vere de Vere, and Locksley Hall.

  • Emerald Griffin (6/3/2006 4:12:00 AM)

    Whee, his poems are cool! They are funny and sometimes confusing, but I always like them. Why isn't Humpty Dumpty's Song on here?

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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A Nursery Darling

A Mother's breast:
Safe refuge from her childish fears,
From childish troubles, childish tears,
Mists that enshroud her dawning years!
see how in sleep she seems to sing
A voiceless psalm--an offering
Raised, to the glory of her King
In Love: for Love is Rest.

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