Lewis Carroll

The Landing"Just the place for a Snark
" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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

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

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,

Inscribed to a Dear Child:
In Memory of Golden Summer
And Whispers of a Summer
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,

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

Matilda Jane, you never
At any toy or picture-book
I show you pretty things in
You must be blind,

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

A boat  beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward
In an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,

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

"You are old, father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right
" "In my youth," father William replied...