Lewis Carroll

Man Naturally loves delay,
And to procrastinate;
Business put off from day to
Is always done too late

"MY First - but don't suppose," he said,"I'm setting you a riddle -Is - if your Victim be in bed,
Don't touch the curtains at his head,
But take them in the middle, "And wave them slowly in and out,
While drawing...

ER, sister, go to bed
Go and rest your weary head
"Thus the prudent brother said
"Do you want a battered hide,

NE winter night, at half-past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,

ON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though
"I said
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance - because, you know,

Little Birds are dining Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid,
I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters- I've a Tale to tell

She's all my fancy painted him(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most
He said that you had been to her,

"Will you walk a little faster
" said a whiting to a snail,"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance
They are waiting on the shingle — w...

When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away

The day was wet, the rain fell
Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] asound was heard in the old henhouse,
A beating of a hammer
Of stalwart form, and visage warm,

I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried It said "You must not weep" If, full of mirth,
I smile and grin,
It says "You must not laugh" When once I wished to drink so...

A boat, beneath a sunny
Lingering onward
In an evening of
Children three that nestle near,

A short
To avoid dejection,
By
In occupations,

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap

Lady Clara Vere de
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread
She took her little porringer:

The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free,
He laughed aloud for very glee:
There came a breeze from off the sea:
It passed athwart the glooming flat -It fanned his forehead as he sat -It lightly bore away his hat,