#EnglishWriters #Victorian
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no...
’Twas brillig, and the slithy tove… Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The ladye she stood at her lattice… Wi’ her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy The passers in the street, 'There’s one that standeth at the…
The Milk—and—Water School Alas! she would not hear my prayer… Yet it were rash to tear my hair; Disfigured, I should be less fair… She was unwise, I may say blind;
CHAPTER III. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank—the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur c...
HE shouts amain, he shouts again, (Her brother, fierce, as bluff Ki… “I tell you flat, I shall do that… She softly whispers “ ‘May’ for ‘… He wistful sighed one eventide
I love the stillness of the wood: I love the music of the rill: I love to couch in pensive mood Upon some silent hill. Scarce heard, beneath you arching…
The Baker’s Tale They roused him with muffins—they… They roused him with mustard and c… They roused him with jam and judic… They set him conundrums to guess.
The Landing “Just the place for a Snark!” the… As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each man on the top of… By a finger entwined in his hair.
Lady dear, if Fairies may For a moment lay aside Cunning tricks and elfish play, ’Tis at happy Christmas-tide. We have heard the children say—
The day was wet, the rain fell sou… Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] a sound was heard in the old henhous… A beating of a hammer. Of stalwart form, and visage warm,
‘You are old, father William,’ th… ‘And your hair has become very whi… And yet you incessantly stand on y… Do you think, at your age, it is r… ‘In my youth,’ father William rep…
“DON’T they consult the ‘Victims… I said. “They should, by rights, Give them a chance —because, you k… The tastes of people differ so, Especially in Sprites.”
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little ski… By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain prete…
The Banker’s Fate They sought it with thimbles, they… They pursued it with forks and hop… They threatened its life with a ra… They charmed it with smiles and so…