Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece of ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
He yelled at me in Greek, my God!â?"It's not his language and I'm no good atâ?"his Aramaic, wasâ?"I am a ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair Wealth that never yet was but might be--all that verse-making ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
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