#English #Victorians
And with that she began nursing her child again, sin… lullaby to it as she did so, and g… lent shake at the end of every lin… “Speak roughly to your little boy,
“WHAT’S this?” I pondered. “Ha… Or can I have been drinking?” But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon me, and I sat and wept An hour or so, like winking.
I never loved a dear Gazelle— Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, But why should I be fond of such? To glad me with his soft black eye
Matilda Jane, you never look At any toy or picture-book. I show you pretty things in vain You must be blind, Matilda Jane! I ask you riddles, tell you tales,
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…
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
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…
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In its case it lay compactly,
Rules and Regulations A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations,
CHAPTER VIII. The Queen’s Croquet-Ground A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it,...
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.
There are certain things —as, a sp… 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…
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...
‘Tis the voice of the Lobster: I… ’You have baked me too brown, I m… As a duck with its eyelids, so he… Trims his belt and his buttons, an… When the sands are all dry, he is…
The Three Voices The First Voice He trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze from off the s…
