Title: Through the Looking-Glass  Author: Lewis Carroll Subjects: Classic; Children; Fiction; Fantasy  It is the sequel to A...

Title: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Alice in Wonderland) Author: Lewis Carroll  Subject: Fiction; Children; Fantasy It ...

I have a horse--a ryghte good horse - Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn headye course Tyll soddayne on theyre nose They...

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 ...

"'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.' As a duck wi...

The First Voice He trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze from off the sea: It ...

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treadin...

The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy The passers in the street,

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?

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 a...

"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once 'the very wish Partook of the sublime.' Then tel...

CANTO I--The Trystyng One winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...

With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such cheerful words ...

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves  Did gyre and gimble in the wade;  All mimsy were the borogoves,  And the mome raths outgrab...

How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale!  How cheerfully h...

From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In its case...

I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,...

[Affectionately dedicated to all "original researchers" who pant for "endowment."] Blow, blow your trumpets ti...

Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her li...

Ay, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor reply to my tenderest talk...