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“THE LAND OF WONDER-WANDER”
Yet we never can think we were rash or
wrong, While round in our sieve we spin.”
In a sieve they went to sea ;
In a sieve they went to sea.
round, And every one cried, “You 'll be drown'd!” They call'd aloud, “Our sieve ain't big : But we don't care a button ; we don't care
a fig : In a sieve we 'll go to sea !” Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies
And all night long they sail'd away ;
And, when the sun went down, They whistled and warbled a moony song To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown, “O Timballoo ! how happy we are When we live in a sieve and a crockery
jar! And all night long, in the moonlight pale, We sail away with a pea-green sail
In the shade of the mountains brown.”
Their heads are green, and their hands
are blue ; And they went to sea in a sieve.
And in twenty years they all came back, –
In twenty years or more ; And every one said, “How tall they've
grown! For they've been to the Lakes, and the Tor
rible Zone, And the hills of the Chankly Bore." And they drank their health, and gave
them a feast
Are the lands where the Jumblies
William Brightp Hands
IF the butterfly courted the bee,
And the owl the porcupine ;
And three times one was nine ;
If the buttercups ate the cows, If the cats had the dire disaster
To be worried, sir, by the mouse ; If mamma, sir, sold the baby
To a gypsy for half a crown ; If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,
The world would be Upside-down ! If any or all of these wonders
Should ever come about,
Have you any sheep ?
Creep, mouse, creep !
Hanging out the pie,
Guy Fawkes, Guy !
Sit and spin the fire ;
The bird was on the brier !
With kisses For a few
Farthing blisses ; Wide awake,
As you hear, “Mercy's sake,
New frock, Vague views
Of what 's o'clock,
When it's time
To go to bed, And scorn sublime
For what it said ;
Saying prayers, Understands
Not, nor cares;
Thinks it odd,
Smiles away ; Yet may God
Hear her pray! Bedgown white,
Kiss Dolly ; Goodnight!
Spoilt toys ; Arch looks,
Unlike a boy's ;
Obvious arts ; (Three her age is,)
Cakes, tarts ;
As you see ; Heaven keep
My girl for me!
DRESSING THE DOLL
Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll, This is the way we dress the Doll :
But do not crumple and mess the Doll ! You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll, This is the way we dress the Doll ; If you give her a crook with a pastoral hook, If you had not seen, could you guess the But this is the way we dress the Doll.
I SAW A NEW WORLD
I saw a new world in my dream,
Nobody laugh’d, nobody wept ;
; This world was a world of the living-dead.
I long'd to hear the Time-Clock strike
Chorus Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll, But do not crumple and mess the Doll ! This is the way we dress the Doll. First, you observe, her little chemise, As white as milk, with ruches of silk; And the little drawers that cover her knees, As she sits or stands, with golden bands, And lace in beautiful filagrees.
Chorus Now these are the bodies : she has two, One of pink, with rouches of blue, And sweet white lace ; be careful, do ! And one of green, with buttons of sheen, Buttons and
bands of gold, I mean, With lace on the border in lovely order, The most expensive we can afford her !
Chorus Then, with black at the border, jacket And this — and this — she will not lack it ; Skirts? Why, there are skirts, of course, And shoes and stockings we shall enforce, With a proper bodice, in the proper place, (Stays that lace have had their days And made their martyrs); likewise garters, All entire. But our desire Is to show you her night attire, At least a part of it. Pray admire This sweet white thing that she goes to
bed in ! It's not the one that's made for her wed
ding : That is special, a new design, Made with a charm and a countersign, Three times three and nine times nine : These are only her usual clothes. Look, there's a wardrobe ! gracious knows It 's pretty enough, as far as it goes ! So you see the way we dress the Doll : You might make her a shepherdess, the
Doll, If you gave her a crook with pastoral hook, With sheep, and a shed, and a shallow brook, And all that, out of the poetry-book.
I long'd to mend, I long'd to make ;
strike, And none of the people are made alike ;
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
(“LEWIS CARROLL ”)
When at length he sat up and was able to
speak, 'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
His sad story he offer'd to tell ;
even a shriek !” And the mome raths outgrabe.
And excitedly tingled his bell. “ Beware the Jabberwock, my son !
There was silence supreme ! Not a shriek, The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
not a scream, Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
Scarcely even a howl or a groan, The frumious Bandersnatch !”
As the man they call’d “Ho!” told his
story of woe He took his vorpal sword in hand :
In an antediluvian tone.
*My father and mother were honest, And stood awhile in thought.
“Skip all that !” cried the Bellman in And as in uffish thought he stood,
haste. The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, “If it once becomes dark, there's no chance Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
of a Snark And burbled as it came !
We have hardly a minute to waste !" One, two! One, two! And through and “I skip forty years," said the Baker, in tears, through
“ And proceed without further remark The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ! To the day when you took me aboard of He left it dead, and with its head
your ship He went galumphing back.
To help you in hunting the Snark. “ And hast thou slain the Jabberwock ? “A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
nam’d) O frabjous day ! Callooh! Callay !” Remark’d, when I bade him farewell He chortled in his joy.
“Oh, skip your dear uncle ! ” the Bellman
exclaim'd, 'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
As he angrily tingled his bell.
“ He remark'd to me then," said that mildAnd the mome raths outgrabe.
est of men,
right: FROM “THE HUNTING OF THE
Fetch it home by all means you may
serve it with greens,
And it's handy for striking a light.
seek it with care ;
You may threaten its life with a railwayThey rous'd him with jam and judicious
share ; advice
You may charm it with smiles and They set him conundrums to guess.
(“That's exactly the method," the Bell
man bold In a hasty parenthesis cried, “ That's exactly the way I have always
been told That the capture of Snarks should be
“But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day,
In a moment (of this I am sure), I shall softly and suddenly vanish away
And the notion I cannot endure !”
OF ALICE IN WONDERLAND
A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky,
Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear ;
“. But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the
day, If your Snark be a Boojum! For then You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again !' “ It is this, it is this that oppresses my
soul, When I think of my uncle's last words : And
my heart is like nothing so much as a
bowl Brimming over with quivering curds ! “ It is this, it is this “We have had
that before !” The Bellman indignantly said. And the Baker replied,
** Let me say it once more. It is this, it is this that I dread ! “I engage with the Snark
every night after darkIn a dreamy, delirious fight : I serve it with greens in those shadowy
scenes, And I use it for striking a light:
Long has paled that sunny sky :
Children yet, the tale to hear,