Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

1. Christmas Greetings 12/14/2015
2. The Manlet 1/27/2012
3. The Mouse's Tale 10/21/2015
4. Humpty Dumpty's Song 11/17/2015
5. To Miss Vera Beringer 2/3/2015
6. The Walrus And The Baker's Man 12/16/2014
7. Beautiful Soup 11/26/2014
8. Theme With Variations 1/1/2004
9. Tema Con Variazioni 12/31/2002
10. Fit The Third ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
11. Ye Carpette Knyghte 12/31/2002
12. Phantasmagoria Canto Vii ( Sad Souvenaunce ) 1/1/2004
13. Phantasmagoria Canto V ( Byckerment ) 1/1/2004
14. Phantasmagoria Canto Iv ( Hys Nouryture ) 1/1/2004
15. I'Ll Tell Thee Everything I Can 3/29/2010
16. The Lang Coortin' 12/31/2002
17. Fit The Sixth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
18. The Palace Of Humbug 1/1/2004
19. Phantasmagoria Canto Iii ( Scarmoges ) 1/1/2004
20. Phantasmagoria Canto Vi ( Dyscomfyture ) 1/1/2004
21. Phantasmagoria Canto Ii ( Hys Fyve Rules ) 1/1/2004
22. Preface To Hunting Of The Snark 1/1/2004
23. Photography Extraordinary 1/1/2004
24. The Aged Aged Man 1/13/2003
25. Prologue 12/31/2002
26. Hiawatha's Photographing 12/31/2002
27. The Three Voices 12/31/2002
28. Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) 1/1/2004
29. Fit The Fourth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
30. Madrigal 1/1/2004
31. Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur 12/31/2002
32. She's All My Fancy Painted Him 1/1/2004
33. Melancholetta 12/31/2002
34. The Knight's Song 1/3/2003
35. Fit The Eighth (Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
36. Another Acrostic ( In The Style Of Father William ) 1/1/2004
37. The Voice Of The Lobster 5/13/2001
38. Size And Tears 12/31/2002
39. Fit The Seventh ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
40. Speak Roughly To Your Little Boy 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Lewis Carroll

Jabberwocky

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

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it ...

Read the full of Jabberwocky

Fame's Penny-Trumpet

Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
And bid them huddle at your back -
Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals!

Fill all the air with hungry wails -
"Reward us, ere we think or write!
Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails
To sate the swinish appetite!"

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