The Pig’s Tale (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Little Birds are diningWarily and well,Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waitersGorgeous in their gaiters-I've a Tale to ...
Little Birds are diningWarily and well,Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waitersGorgeous in their gaiters-I've a Tale to ...
Two men, well versed in use of arms, Set out, 'tis said, in search of game.Each felt that hunting had its ...
IWe chose the faint chill morning, friend and friend,Pacing the twilight out beneath an oak,Soul calling soul to judgement; and ...
The carnival is over. The high tents,the palaces of light, are folded flatand trucked away. A three-time loser yanksthe Wheel ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:In my own land, I'm in a far ...
YOURS is the loser's part to play,For you the goal is far awayAnd never to be gained.It is your lot ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
Sweat and avarice Were pungent under The cloud of dust From the pit Arms beat in the air Voices raised ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
If I have erred in showing all my heart, And lost your favour by a lack of pride; If standing ...
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; The skies are blue and the plains are wide, The saltbush plains ...
There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; While others sit a long way back, to ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories