#English #Victorians #XIXCentury
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,
A loaf of bread, the Walrus said, Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed– Now if you’re ready, Oysters, dear,
The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them—all sorts of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of ca...
#AliceInWonderland
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at eac… ‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for… ‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Ca… ‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, si…
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin
“SISTER, sister, go to bed! Go and rest your weary head.” Thus the prudent brother said. “Do you want a battered hide, Or scratches to your face applied?”
'Haddock’s Eyes’ or 'The Aged Aged Ma… 'Ways and Means’ or 'A—Sitting On A G… I’ll tell thee everything I can; There’s little to relate. I saw an aged, aged man,
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] a sound was heard in the old henhouse, A beating of a hammer. Of stalwart form, and visage warm,
He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife. ‘At length I realise,’ he said,
‘Haddock’s Eyes’ or 'The Aged Aged Ma… 'Ways and Means’ or 'A-Sitting On A G… I’ll tell thee everything I can; There’s little to relate. I saw an aged, aged man,
“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 tea.”
‘—it was at the great concert given by t… “Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you’re at!” You know the song, perhaps?’ ‘I’ve heard something like it,’ said Al…
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack… Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back - Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals! Fill all the air with hungry wails -
In stature the Manlet was dwarfish— No burly, big Blunderbore he; And he wearily gazed on the crawfish His Wifelet had dressed for his tea. ‘Now reach me, sweet Atom, my gunlet,
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.