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 ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
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