Author: Lewis Carroll

The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze […]

From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In […]

Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab: He suggested curves of beauty, Curves pervading all his figure, Which the eye might follow […]

There are certain things as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three That I hate, but […]

When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare […]

Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous […]

“DON’T they consult the ‘Victims,’ though?” I said. “They should, by rights, Give them a chance – because, you know, […]

But my Hiawatha’s patience, His politeness and his patience, Unaccountably had vanished, And he left that happy party. Neither did […]

Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate; Business put off from day to day Is always done to late. Let […]

With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed “I fear ’twas wrong Such […]