Category Lewis Carroll

ONE 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,Was waiting in the study. There was a strangeness in the room,And Something white and wavyWas standing near…

I painted her a gushing thing,With years about a score;I little thought to find they wereA least a dozen more;My fancy gave her eyes of blue,A curly auburn head:I came to find the blue a green,The auburn turned to red.…

I have a fairy by my sideWhich says I must not sleep,When once in pain I loudly criedIt 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…

With saddest music all day longShe soothed her secret sorrow:At night she sighed “I fear ’twas wrongSuch cheerful words to borrow.Dearest, a sweeter, sadder songI’ll sing to thee to-morrow.” I thanked her, but I could not sayThat I was glad…

(To Miss May Forshall.) HE shouts amain, he shouts again,(Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal),“I tell you flat, I shall do that!”She softly whispers ” ‘May’ for ‘shall’!”He wistful sighed one eventide(Her friend, that made this Madrigal),“And shall I…

Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell:Hid, I say, by waitersGorgeous in their gaiters— I’ve a Tale to tell.Little Birds are feeding Justices with jam, Rich in frizzled ham:Rich, I say, in oystersHaunting shady cloisters— That…

The day was wet, the rain fell souseLike jars of strawberry jam, [1] asound was heard in the old henhouse,A beating of a hammer.Of stalwart form, and visage warm,Two youths were seen within it,Splitting up an old tree into perches…

I’ll tell thee everything I can;There’s little to relate,I saw an aged, aged man,A-sitting on a gate.“Who are you, aged man?” I said.“And how is it you live?”And his answer trickled through my headLike water through a sieve. He said,…

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 poem, it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line “Then the bowsprit got mixed with…

In winter, when the fields are white,I sing this song for your delight. In Spring, when woods are getting green,I’ll try and tell you what I mean. In Summer, when the days are long,Perhaps you’ll understand the song. In Autumn,…