#EnglishWriters #Victorian
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters —
“AND did you really walk,” said… “On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly… If not exactly in the sky, Yet at a fairish height.”
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright— And this was odd, because it was
‘Haddock’s Eyes’ or 'The Aged Ag… 'Ways and Means’ or 'A-Sitting O… I’ll tell thee everything I can; There’s little to relate. I saw an aged, aged man,
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
I have a horse– a ryghte good hors… Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn headye cou… Tyll soddayne on theyre nose They lyghte wyth unexpected force
A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear,
There are certain things —a spider… The income—tax, gout, an umbrella… That I hate, but the thing that I… Is a thing they call the SEA. Pour some salt water over the floo…
“MY First —but don’t suppose,” he… “I’m setting you a riddle – Is– if your Victim be in bed, Don’t touch the curtains at his he… But take them in the middle,
The Mad Gardener’s Song He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife.
BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and g… Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not st… Soup of the evening, beautiful So… Soup of the evening, beautiful So…
“Are you deaf, Father William!” t… “Did you hear what I told you jus… ”Excuse me for shouting! Don’t wa… “Like a blundering, sleepy old cow… ”A little maid dwelling in Wallin…
’Twas brillig, and the slithy tove… Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The Landing “Just the place for a Snark!” the… As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each man on the top of… By a finger entwined in his hair.
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 few notes of some w...
