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Lewis Carroll
(1832–98)
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Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task
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How shall I be a poet?
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I have a horse — a ryghte goode horse
I love the stillness of the wood
J
Just the place for a Snark!
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Lady Clara Vere de Vere
O
Our Latin books, in motley row
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The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies
The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow
The morn was bright, the steeds were light
The night creeps onward, sad and slow
They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care
[The Banker’s Fate]
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care
[The Barrister’s Dream]
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care
[The Beaver’s Lesson]
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care
[The Vanishing]
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves