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Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

JABBERWOCKY

("LEWIS CARROLL ")

'T WAS 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 awhile in thought.

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"If it once becomes dark, there's no chance of a Snark

We have hardly a minute to waste !"

"I skip forty years," said the Baker, in tears, "And proceed without further remark To the day when you took me aboard of your ship

To help you in hunting the Snark.

"A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was nam'd)

Remark'd, when I bade him farewell—” "Oh, skip your dear uncle!" the Bellman exclaim'd,

As he angrily tingled his bell.

"He remark'd to me then," said that mildest of men,

"If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:

Fetch it home by all means - you may serve it with greens,

And it's handy for striking a light.

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OF ALICE IN WONDERLAND
A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July ;

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear; –

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die,
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantom-wise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die :

Ever drifting down the stream,
Lingering in the golden gleam, -
Life, what is it but a dream?

III

CLOSE OF THE ERA

(INTERMEDIARY PERIOD)

1875-1894

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, POET LAUREATE DIED OCTOBER 6, 1892

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