Lewis Carroll

A boat beneath a sunny sky, / Lingering onward dreamily / In an evening of July,

Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: / Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. / Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six:

A Mother's breast: / Safe refuge from her childish fears, / From childish troubles, childish tears,

There are certain things, as, a spider, a ghost, / The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three, / That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most

He thought he saw an Elephant / That practiced on a fife: / He looked again, and found it was

Little maidens, when you look / On this little story-book, / Reading with attentive eye

Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land. / "You are sad." the Knight said in an anxious tone: "let me sing you a song to comfort you." / "Is it very long?" Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.

All in the golden afternoon / Full leisurely we glide; / For both our oars, with little skill,

"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said, / "Did you hear what I told you just now?" / "Excuse me for shouting! Don't waggle your head"

Ay, 'twas here, on this spot, / In that summer of yore, / Atalanta did not