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, ...
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, ...
I'm on my way to Canada,That cold and dreary land;The dire effects of slavery,I can no longer stand.My soul is ...
THE Monarchs of Europe, who prattle of peace,Shall cease, from this night, to calumniate Greece,The Moslems repent that they roused ...
Your nurse could only speak Italian,but after twenty minutes I could imagine your final week,and tears ran down my ...
Written at Midnight during a Storm, on Board the Medway, in theSouth Seas.WHILE the children of Jacob in Goshen remain,They ...
No more to grace the happy hearth,To grace the cheerful board, no moreTo light with smiles the misty pathThat leads ...
This is the night when in the ancient Past,The Herder Star embarked to meet the Weaving One;In its sweet remembrance ...
Upon my breastFloats a boat of heartbreakAnd I have just embarked;There's not a single day when wavesDo not soak my ...
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
Aren't they beautiful in the sun! she said,Shading her youthful eyes against the light,In rapturous wonder at the bombers' flight,Silver ...
IMen the Angels eyed;And here they were wild waves,And there as marsh descried;Men the Angels eyed,And liked the picture bestWhere ...
It doesn't matter which part we are what role we each play in the body, the church the living person ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met Embarked upon a twig today And till Dominion set I famish ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
'Twas in the year of 1874, and on New Year's Day, The British Army landed at Elmina without dismay, And ...
A sad tale of the sea, I will unfold, About Mrs Lingard, that Heroine bold; Who struggled hard in the ...
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