The Poetry Collections of Lewis Carroll. Lewis Carroll

The Poetry Collections of Lewis Carroll - Lewis Carroll


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to be before your time,

      Than e’er to be behind;

      To ope the door while strikes the chime,

      That shows a punctual mind.

      Moral

      Let punctuality and care

      Seize every flitting hour,

      So shalt thou cull a floweret fair,

      E’en from a fading flower.

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      I

      There was an old farmer of Readall,

      Who made holes in his face with a needle,

      Then went far deeper in Than to pierce through the skin, And yet strange to say he was made beadle.

      II

      There was an eccentric old draper,

      Who wore a hat made of brown paper,

      It went up to a point,

      Yet it looked out of joint,

      The cause of which he said was “vapour.”

      III

      There was once a young man of Oporta,

      Who daily got shorter and shorter,

      The reason he said

      Was the hod on his head,

      Which was filled with the heaviest mortar.

      His sister, named Lucy O’Finner,

      Grew constantly thinner and thinner;

      The reason was plain,

      She slept out in the rain,

      And was never allowed any dinner.

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      “Sister, sister, go to bed!

      Go and rest your weary head.”

      Thus the prudent brother said.

      “Do you want a battered hide,

      Or scratches to your face applied?”

      Thus his sister calm replied.

      “Sister, do not raise my wrath.

      I’d make you into mutton broth

      As easily as kill a moth!”

      The sister raised her beaming eye

      And looked on him indignantly

      And sternly answered, “Only try!”

      Off to the cook he quickly ran.

      “Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan

      To me as quickly as you can.”

      “And wherefore should I lend it you?”

      “The reason, Cook, is plain to view.

      I wish to make an Irish stew.”

      “What meat is in that stew to go?”

      “My sister’ll be the contents!”

      “Oh!”

      “You’ll lend the pan to me, Cook?”

      “No!”

      Moral: Never stew your sister.

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      Were I to take an iron gun,

      And fire it off towards the sun;

      I grant ’twould reach its mark at last,

      But not till many years had passed.

      But should that bullet change its force,

      And to the planets take its course,

      ’Twould never reach the nearest star, Because it is so very far.

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      A short direction

      To avoid dejection,

      By variations

      In occupations,

      And prolongation

      Of relaxation,

      And combinations

      Of recreations,

      And disputation

      On the state of the nation

      In adaptation

      To your station,

      By invitations

      To friends and relations,

      By evitation

      Of amputation,

      By permutation

      In conversation,

      And deep reflection

      You’ll avoid dejection.

      Learn well your grammar,

      And never stammer,

      Write well and neatly,

      And sing most sweetly,

      Be enterprising,

      Love early rising,

      Go walk of six miles,

      Have ready quick smiles,

      With lightsome laughter,

      Soft flowing after.

      Drink tea, not coffee;

      Never eat toffy.

      Eat bread with butter.

      Once more, don’t stutter.

      Don’t waste your money,

      Abstain from honey.

      Shut doors behind you,

      (Don’t slam them, mind you.)

      Drink beer, not porter.

      Don’t enter the water

      Till to swim you are able.

      Sit close to the table.

      Take care of a candle.

      Shut a door by the handle,

      Don’t push with your shoulder

      Until you are older.

      Lose not a button.

      Refuse cold mutton.

      Starve


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