Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Lewis Carroll Poems

1. A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky 1/1/2004
2. A Game Of Fives 12/31/2002
3. A Nursery Darling 1/1/2004
4. A Sea Dirge 12/31/2002
5. A Strange Wild Song 1/13/2003
6. A Valentine 12/31/2002
7. Acrostic 1/1/2004
8. Alice And The White Knight 3/29/2010
9. All In The Golden Afternoon 1/13/2003
10. Another Acrostic ( In The Style Of Father William ) 1/1/2004
11. Atalanta In Camden -Town 1/1/2004
12. Beautiful Soup 11/26/2014
13. Bessie's Song To Her Doll 3/29/2010
14. Brother And Sister 1/1/2004
15. Christmas Greetings 12/14/2015
16. Dedication 1/1/2004
17. Dreamland 3/29/2010
18. Echoes 12/31/2002
19. Epilogue To Through The Looking Glass 12/31/2002
20. Fame's Penny-Trumpet 12/31/2002
21. Father William 3/29/2010
22. Fit The Eighth (Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
23. Fit The Fifth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
24. Fit The First: ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
25. Fit The Fourth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
26. Fit The Second ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
27. Fit The Seventh ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
28. Fit The Sixth ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
29. Fit The Third ( Hunting Of The Snark ) 1/1/2004
30. Four Riddles 12/31/2002
31. Hiawatha's Photographing 12/31/2002
32. How Doth The Little Crocodile... 5/13/2001
33. Humpty Dumpty's Song 11/17/2015
34. I'Ll Tell Thee Everything I Can 3/29/2010
35. Jabberwocky 5/13/2001
36. Lays Of Sorrow 1/1/2004
37. Life Is But A Dream 3/29/2010
38. Little Birds 12/31/2002
39. Madrigal 1/1/2004
40. Melancholetta 12/31/2002
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 ...

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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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