Fit The Fifth – The Beavers Lesson (Lewis Carroll Poems)
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened its life with ...
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened its life with ...
PREFACE If—-and the thing is wildly possible—-t he charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive ...
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened its life with ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate; Business put off from day to day Is always done to late. Let ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
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