Poems by Lewis Carroll

A boat beneath a sunny sky,

Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:

A Mother's breast:

There are certain things, as, a spider, a ghost,

He thought he saw an Elephant

Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see

Little maidens, when you look

Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land.

All in the golden afternoon

"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said,

Ay, 'twas here, on this spot,

"Sister, sister, go to bed!

Inscribed to a Dear Child:

When midnight mists are creeping,

When midnight mists are creeping,

Lady Clara Vere de Vere

A boat, beneath a sunny sky

Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,

"You are old, Father William," the young man said,

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;

"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,

The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.

The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies,

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;

They roused him with muffins,they roused him with ice,

I

From his shoulder Hiawatha

How doth the little crocodile

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

The day was wet, the rain fell souse

Little Birds are dining

He shouts amain, he shouts again,

With saddest music all day long

I have a fairy by my side

I painted her a gushing thing,

One winter night, at half-past nine,

"My First, but don't suppose," he said,

"And did you really walk," said I,

"Oh, when I was a little Ghost,

"Don't they consult the 'Victims,' though?"

As one who strives a hill to climb,

"What's this?" I pondered. "Have I slept?

The Milk-and-Water School

"How shall I be a poet?

If, and the thing is wildly possible, the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive poem, it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line

All in the golden afternoon

Man Naturally loves delay,

A short direction

She's all my fancy painted him

When on the sandy shore I sit,

And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at the end of every line:

Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous to her sister-art Music? The Diluter gives us first a few notes of some well-known Air, then a dozen bars of his own, then a few more note

Fit the First

I'll tell thee everything I can;

I'll tell thee everything I can:

The ladye she stood at her lattice high,

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,

He thought he saw an Elephant,

"it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing

Beautiful soup, so rich and green,

Lays of Mystery,

Little Birds are dining

There are certain things, a spider, a ghost,

THE FIRST VOICE

"'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare

The sun was shining on the sea,

"Haddock's Eyes" or "The Aged Aged Man" or

I never loved a dear Gazelle,

There was a young lady of station

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!

I have a horse, a ryghte good horse,

"You are old, father William," the young man said,