Little maidens, when you look On this little story—book, Reading with attentive eye Its enticing history, Never think that hours of play

I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said “You must not weep” If, full of mirth, I smile and gr…

A Mother’s breast: Safe refuge from her childish fear… From childish troubles, childish t… Mists that enshroud her dawning ye… see how in sleep she seems to sing

AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor reply to my tenderest talk “S…

Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran… She took her little porringer: Of me she shall not win renown:

In winter, when the fields are whi… I sing this song for your delight. In Spring, when woods are getting… I’ll try and tell you what I mean… In Summer, when the days are long…

“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.”

Alice was walking beside the Whit… ‘You are sad.’ the Knight said in… ‘Is it very long?’ Alice asked, f… 'It’s long.' said the Knight, 'bu… either it brings tears to their ey…

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 Bellman’s Speech The Bellman himself they all prai… Such a carriage, such ease and suc… Such solemnity, too! One could se… The moment one looked in his face!

The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wr… “If only you’d spoken before! It’s excessively awkward to mentio… With the Snark, so to speak, at t…

When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea—wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare not shave — A little whisper at my ear