Lewis Carroll Poems on Man (30 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 →

Hunting Of The Snark: Preface (Lewis Carroll Poems)

PREFACE If—-and the thing is wildly possible—-t he charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive poem, it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line “Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder … Continue reading →

Fit The First: The Landing (Lewis Carroll Poems)

The Landing“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,As he landed his crew with care;Supporting each man on the top of the tideBy a finger entwined in his hair.“Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:That … 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 →

Fit The Fourth – The Hunting (Lewis Carroll Poems)

The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.“If only you’d spoken before!It’s excessively awkward to mention it now,With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!“We should all of us grieve, as you well may believe,If you never were met … 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 Third – The Baker’s Tale (Lewis Carroll Poems)

They roused him with muffins—they roused him with ice—They roused him with mustard and cress—They roused him with jam and judicious advice—They set him conundrums to guess.When at length he sat up and was able to speak,His sad story he … Continue reading →

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

The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. “If only you’d spoken before! It’s excessively awkward to mention it now, With the Snark, so to speak, at the door! “We should all of us grieve, as you well … 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 →