Lewis Carroll Poems on Faces (18 Poems)

Fit The Fifth – The Beavers Lesson (Lewis Carroll Poems)

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened its life with a railway-share;They charmed it with smiles and soap. Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious planFor making a separate sally;And fixed … Continue reading →

Alice And The White Knight (Lewis Carroll Poems)

Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land. “You are sad.” the Knight said in an anxious tone: “let me sing you a song to comfort you.” “Is it very long?” Alice asked, for she had heard … Continue reading →

Fit The Second – The Bellman’s Speech (Lewis Carroll Poems)

The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies—Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,The moment one looked in his face!He had bought a large map representing the sea,Without the least … Continue reading →

I’ll Tell Thee Everything I Can (Lewis Carroll Poems)

I’ll tell thee everything I can;There’s little to relate,I saw an aged, aged man,A-sitting on a gate.“Who are you, aged man?” I said.“And how is it you live?”And his answer trickled through my headLike water through a sieve. He said, … Continue reading →

Fit The Seventh – The Banker’s Fate (Lewis Carroll Poems)

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened its life with a railway-share;They charmed it with smiles and soap.And the Banker, inspired with a courage so newIt was matter for general … Continue reading →

Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)

The Banker’s Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap. And the Banker, inspired with a … Continue reading →

Phantasmagoria CANTO VI ( Dyscomfyture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)

As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow every moment less sublime, And votes the thing a bore: Yet, having once begun to try, Dares not desert his … Continue reading →

Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part V ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)

Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, Very dusty was his jacket, Very fidgety his manner. And his overbearing sisters Called him names he disapproved of: Called … Continue reading →

Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)

From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In its case it lay compactly, Folded into nearly nothing; But he opened out the hinges, Pushed and pulled the joints … Continue reading →