Fit the First: ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
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The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
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