“OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped and chawed the buttered toast They gave us for our…
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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;Once she…
“How shall I be a poet?How shall I write in rhyme?You told me once the very wishPartook of the sublime:Then tell me how. Don’t put me offWith your ‘another time’.”…
All in the golden afternoonFull leisurely we glide;For both our oars, with little skill,By little arms are plied,While little hands make vain pretenceOur wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In…
Man Naturally loves delay,And to procrastinate;Business put off from day to dayIs always done to late. Let ever hour be in its placeFirm fixed, nor loosely shift,And well enjoy the…
A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations, And prolongation Of relaxation, And combinations Of recreations, And disputation On the state of the nation In adaptationTo your station,…
When on the sandy shore I sit,Beside the salt sea-wave,And fall into a weeping fitBecause I dare not shave –A little whisper at my earEnquires the reason of my fear.…
And with that shebegan nursing her child again, singing a sort oflullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a vio lent shake at the end of every…
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…
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…
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child:in memory of golden summer hoursand whispers of a summer sea. Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her *****; yet…
The ladye she stood at her lattice high,Wi’ her doggie at her feet;Thorough the lattice she can spyThe passers in the street, “There’s one that standeth at the door,And tirleth…
“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail,“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles…
He thought he saw an Elephant,That practised on a fife:He looked again, and found it wasA letter from his wife.‘At length I realise,’ he said,The bitterness of Life!’ He thought…
Lays of Mystery,Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,And each damp thing that creeps and crawlsWent wobble-wobble on the walls. Faint odours of departed cheese,Blown…
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three – That I hate, but the thing that I hate the mostIs a thing they call…
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free,He laughed aloud for very glee:There came a breeze from off the sea: It passed athwart the glooming flat –It fanned…
”Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare‘You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.’As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his noseTrims…
Tweedledee said to Alice, “You like poetry-“ “Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry,” Alice said doubtfully. “What shall I repeat to her,” said Tweedledee, looking round atTweedledum with great solemn eyes. “‘The…
‘Haddock’s Eyes’ or ‘The Aged Aged Man’ or‘Ways and Means’ or ‘A-Sitting On A Gate’ I’ll tell thee everything I can;There’s little to relate.I saw an aged, aged man,A-sitting on…
How I wonder what you’re at!’You know the song, perhaps?” “I’ve heard something like it,” said Alice. “It goes on, you know,” the Hatter continued,“in this way: — — ‘Up…
I have a horse – a ryghte good horse –Ne doe Y envye thoseWho scoure ye playne yn headye courseTyll soddayne on theyre noseThey lyghte wyth unexpected forceYt ys –…
“You are old, Father william,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white;And yet you incessantly stand on your head–Do you think, at your age, it is right?…
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…