The Humorous Verse of Lewis Carroll
"The editors have performed a task for addicts will be grateful. There is nothing for the faithful to do but to sit down and fall to the banquet." — The New York TimesThis is the largest collection of Lewis Carroll's verse ever compiled. It contains almost every poem that Carroll ever wrote. It includes every prose appearing in his books published during his life, privately printed poems, ephemera, poems from manuscripts found among his papers, and from "The Rectory Magazine," Collingwood's "Lewis Carroll Picture Book," "Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll," and rare 19th century periodicals. This is the only place of publication for much of this verse.This volume contains 150 different poems, offering perhaps the finest whimsy ever written. There are parodies, burlesques, riddles, whimsies, ballads, songs (one with Carroll's own music), extravaganzas, acrostics, and other types, including several of his serious poems. Many poems are annotated to explain contemporary allusions, and this edition retains 130 original illustrations by Tenniel, Frost, Holiday, Furniss, and Carroll himself.
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The Humorous Verse of Lewis Carroll
"The editors have performed a task for addicts will be grateful. There is nothing for the faithful to do but to sit down and fall to the banquet." — The New York TimesThis is the largest collection of Lewis Carroll's verse ever compiled. It contains almost every poem that Carroll ever wrote. It includes every prose appearing in his books published during his life, privately printed poems, ephemera, poems from manuscripts found among his papers, and from "The Rectory Magazine," Collingwood's "Lewis Carroll Picture Book," "Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll," and rare 19th century periodicals. This is the only place of publication for much of this verse.This volume contains 150 different poems, offering perhaps the finest whimsy ever written. There are parodies, burlesques, riddles, whimsies, ballads, songs (one with Carroll's own music), extravaganzas, acrostics, and other types, including several of his serious poems. Many poems are annotated to explain contemporary allusions, and this edition retains 130 original illustrations by Tenniel, Frost, Holiday, Furniss, and Carroll himself.
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"The editors have performed a task for addicts will be grateful. There is nothing for the faithful to do but to sit down and fall to the banquet." — The New York TimesThis is the largest collection of Lewis Carroll's verse ever compiled. It contains almost every poem that Carroll ever wrote. It includes every prose appearing in his books published during his life, privately printed poems, ephemera, poems from manuscripts found among his papers, and from "The Rectory Magazine," Collingwood's "Lewis Carroll Picture Book," "Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll," and rare 19th century periodicals. This is the only place of publication for much of this verse.This volume contains 150 different poems, offering perhaps the finest whimsy ever written. There are parodies, burlesques, riddles, whimsies, ballads, songs (one with Carroll's own music), extravaganzas, acrostics, and other types, including several of his serious poems. Many poems are annotated to explain contemporary allusions, and this edition retains 130 original illustrations by Tenniel, Frost, Holiday, Furniss, and Carroll himself.

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ISBN-13: 9780486119489
Publisher: Dover Publications
Publication date: 06/04/2013
Series: Dover Humor
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About the Author

Lewis Carroll (1832–98) was the pseudonym of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, a Professor of Mathematics at Cambridge University. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel, Through the Looking Glass, are rich repositories of his sparkling gifts for wordplay, logic, and fantasy.

Date of Birth:

January 27, 1832

Date of Death:

January 14, 1898

Place of Birth:

Daresbury, Cheshire, England

Place of Death:

Guildford, Surrey, England

Education:

Richmond School, Christ Church College, Oxford University, B.A., 1854; M.A., 1857

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The Humorous Verse of Lewis Carroll


By LEWIS CARROLL

Dover Publications, Inc.

Copyright © 1933 Macmillan Company
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-486-11948-9



CHAPTER 1

EARLY VERSE


    MY FAIRY

    (From Useful and Instructive Poetry, 1845)

    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 grin,
    It says "You must not laugh;"
    When once I wished to drink some gin
    It said "You must not quaff."

    When once a meal I wished to taste
    It said "You must not bite;"
    When to the wars I went in haste
    It said "You must not fight."

    "What may I do?" at length I cried,
    Tired of the painful task.
    The fairy quietly replied,
    And said "You must not ask."

    Moral: "You mustn't."


    PUNCTUALITY

    (From Useful and Instructive Poetry)

    MAN naturally loves delay,
    And to procrastinate;
    Business put off from day to day
    Is always done too late.

    Let every hour be in its place
    Firm fixed, nor loosely shift,
    And well enjoy the vacant space,
    As though a birthday gift.

    And when the hour arrives, be there,
    Where'er that "there" may be;
    Uncleanly hands or ruffled hair
    Let no one ever see.

    If dinner at "half-past" be placed,
    At "half-past" then be dressed.
    If at a "quarter-past" make haste
    To be down with the rest.

    Better 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.


    MELODIES

    (From Useful and Instructive Poetry)

    I

    THERE was an old farmer of Readall,
    Who made holes in his face with a needle,
    They 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.


    BROTHER AND SISTER

    (From Useful and Instructive Poetry)

    "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.


    FACTS

    (From Useful and Instructive Poetry)

    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.


    RULES AND REGULATIONS

    (From Useful and Instructive Poetry)

    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 your canaries.
    Believe in fairies.
    If you are able,
    Don't have a stable
    With any mangers.
    Be rude to strangers.

    Moral: Behave.


    HORRORS

    (From The Rectory Magazine, 1850)

    ME THOUGHT I walked a dismal place
    Dim horrors all around;
    The air was thick with many a face,
    And black as night the ground.

    I saw a monster come with speed,
    Its face of grimmliest green,
    On human beings used to feed,
    Most dreadful to be seen.

    I could not speak, I could not fly,
    I fell down in that place,
    I saw the monster's horrid eye
    Come leering in my face!

    Amidst my scarcely-stifled groans,
    Amidst my moanings deep,
    I heard a voice, "Wake! Mr. Jones,
    You're screaming in your sleep!"


    MISUNDERSTANDINGS

    (From The Rectory Magazine)

    IF such a thing had been my thought,
    I should have told you so before,
    But as I didn't, then you ought
    To ask for such a thing no more,
    For to teach one who has been taught
    Is always thought an awful bore.

    Now to commence my argument,
    I shall premise an observation,
    On which the greatest kings have leant
    When striving to subdue a nation,
    And e'en the wretch who pays no rent
    By it can solve a hard equation.

    Its truth is such, the force of reason
    Can not avail to shake its power,
    Yet e'en the sun in summer season
    Doth not dispel so mild a shower
    As this, and he who sees it, sees on
    Beyond it to a sunny bower—
    No more, when ignorance is treason,
    Let wisdom's brows be cold and sour.


    AS IT FELL UPON A DAY     (From The Rectory Magazine)

    As I was sitting on the hearth
    (And O, but a hog is fat!)
    A man came hurrying up the path,
    (And what care I for that?)

    When he came the house unto,
    His breath both quick and short he drew.

    When he came before the door,
    His face grew paler than before.

    When he turned the handle round,
    The man fell fainting to the ground.

    When he crossed the lofty hall,
    Once and again I heard him fall.

    When he came up to the turret stair,
    He shrieked and tore his raven hair.

    When he came my chamber in,
    (And O, but a hog is fat!)
    I ran him through with a golden pin,
    (And what care I for that?)


    YE FATTALE CHEYSE

    (From The Rectory Umbrella. Illustrated by the author)

    YTTE wes a mirke an dreiry cave,
    Weet scroggis owr ytte creepe.
    Gurgles withyn ye flowan wave
    Throw channel braid an deep

    Never withyn that dreir recesse
    Wes sene ye lyghte of daye,
    Quhat bode azont yts mirkinesse
    Nane kend an nane mote saye.

    Ye monarche rade owr brake an brae
    An drave ye yellynge packe,
    Hiz meany au' richte cadgily
    Are wendynge yn hiz tracke.

    Wi' eager iye, wi' yalpe an crye
    Ye hondes yode down ye rocks,
    Ahead of au' their companye
    Renneth ye panky foxe.

    Ye foxe hes soughte that cave of awe v     Forewearied wi' hiz rin.
    Quha nou ys he sae bauld an braw
    To dare to enter yn ?
    Wi' eager bounde hes ilka honde
    Gane till that caverne dreir,
    Fou many a yowl ys hearde arounde,
    Fou many a screech of feir.

    Like ane wi' thirstie appetite
    Quha swalloweth orange pulp,
    Wes hearde a huggle an a bite,
    A swallow an a gulp.

    Ye kynge hes lap frae aff hiz steid,
    Outbrayde hiz trenchant brande;
    "Quha on my packe of hondes doth feed,
    Maun deye benead thilke hande."

    Sae sed, sae dune: ye stonderes hearde
    Fou many a mickle stroke,
    Sowns lyke ye flappynge of a birde,
    A struggle an a choke.

    Owte of ye cave scarce fette they ytte,
    Wi pow an push an hau' —
    Whereof Y've drawne a littel bytte,
    Bot durst nat draw ytte au.


    LAYS OF SORROW
    No. 1


    (From The Rectory Umbrella)

    THE day was wet, the rain fell souse
    Like jars of strawberry jam, a
    Sound was heard in the old henhouse,
    A beating of a hammer.
    Of stalwart form, and visage warm,
    Two youths were seen within it,
    Splitting up an old tree into perches for their poultry
    At a hundred strokes a minute.

    The work is done, the hen has taken
    Possession of her nest and eggs,
    Without a thought of eggs and bacon,
    (Or I am very much mistaken:)

    She turns over each shell,
    To be sure that all's well,
    Looks into the straw
    To see there's no flaw,
    Goes once round the house,
    Half afraid of a mouse,
    Then sinks calmly to rest
    On the top of her nest,
    First doubling up each of her legs.

    Time rolled away, and so did every shell,
    "Small by degrees and beautifully less,"
    As the sage mother with a powerful spell

    Forced each in turn its contents to express,
    But ah! "imperfect is expression,"
    Some poet said, I don't care who,
    If you want to know you must go elsewhere,
    One fact I can tell, if you're willing to hear,
    He never attended a Parliament Session,
    For I'm certain that if he had ever been there,
    Full quickly would he have changed his ideas,
    With the hissings, the hootings, the groans and
    the cheers.
    And as to his name it is pretty clear
    That it wasn't me and it wasn't you!

    And so it fell upon a day,
    (That is, it never rose again)
    A chick was found upon the hay,
    Its little life had ebbed away.
    No longer frolicsome and gay,
    No longer could it run or play.
    "And must we, chicken, must we part?"
    Its master cried with bursting heart,
    And voice of agony and pain.
    So one, whose ticket's marked "Return,"
    When to the lonely roadside station
    He flies in fear and perturbation,
    Thinks of his home—the hissing urn—
    Then runs with flying hat and hair,
    And, entering, finds to his despair
    He's missed the very latest train.

    Too long it were to tell of each conjecture
    Of chicken suicide, and poultry victim,
    The deadly frown, the stern and dreary lecture,
    The timid guess, "perhaps some needle pricked
    him!"
    The din of voice, the words both loud and many,
    The sob, the tear, the sigh that none could
    smother,
    Till all agreed "a shilling to a penny
    It killed itself, and we acquit the mother!"
    Scarce was the verdict spoken,
    When that still calm was broken,
    A childish form hath burst into the throng;
    With tears and looks of sadness,
    That bring no news of gladness,
    But tell too surely something hath gone wrong!
    "The sight that I have come upon
    The stoutest heart would sicken,
    That nasty hen has been and gone
    And killed another chicken!"


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

EARLY VERSE My Fairy Punctuality Melodies Brother and Sister Facts Rules and Regulations Horrors Misunderstandings As it fell upon a Day Ye Fattale Cheyse "Lays of Sorrow, No. 1" "Lays of Sorrow, No. 2" The Two Brothers The Lady of the Ladle She's all my fancy painted Him Photography Extraordinary "Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor, No. I: The Palace of Humbug" The Mouse's Tale (Early version) The Mock Turtle's song (Early version) Upon the Lonely Moor Miss JonesFROM ALICE'S ADVENTUES IN WONDERLAND Dedication How Doth The Mouse's Tale Father William The Duchess's Lullaby The Mad Hatter's Song The Mock Turtle's song Alice's Recitation Turtle Soup Evidence read at the Trial of the Knave of Hearts Christmas GreetingsPUZZLES FROM WONDERLAND Puzzles SoloutionsFROM THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS Dedication Jabberwocky The Walrus and the Carpenter Humpty Dumpty's Recitation The White Knight's Ballad The Red Queen's Lullaby Welcome Queen Alice The White Queen's riddle "Acrostic: A boat, beneath a sunny sky"PROLOGUES TO PLAYS "Prologue to "La Guida di Bragia" Prologue ProloguePHANTASMAGORIA Phantasmagoria Canto I : The Trystyng Canto II : Hys Fyve Rules Canto III: Scarmoges Canto IV : Hys Nouryture Canto V : Byckerment Canto VI : Dyscomfyture Canto VII : Sad Souvenaunce Echoes A Sea Dirge Ye Carpette Knyghte Hiawatha's Photographing Melancholetta A Valentine The Three Voices Tèma con Variaziòni A Game of Fives "Poeta fit, non Nascitur" Size and Tears Atalanta in Camden-Town The Lang Coortin' Four Riddles Fame's Penny-TrumpetFROM COLLEGE RHYMES AND NOTES BY AN OXFORD CHIEL Ode to Damon Those Horrid Hurdy-Gurdies ! My Fancy The Majesty of Justice The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council The Deserted Parks "The new Belfry of Christ Church, Oxford" The Wandering Burgess A Bachanalian Ode Examination StatuteTHE HUNTING OF THE SNARK Preface Dedication Fit the First: The Landing Fit the Second: The Bellman's Speech Fit the Third: The Baker's Tale Fit the Fourth: The Hunting Fit the Fifth: The Beaver's Lesson Fit the Sixth: The Barrister's Dream Fit the Seventh: The Banker's Fate Fit the Eighth: The Vanishing"ACROSTICS, INSCRIPTIONS, AND OTHER VERSES" "Acrostic: Little maidens, when you look" "To three puzzled little Girls, from the Author" Double Acrostic: I sing a place wherein agree Three little Maids Puzzle Three Children Two Thieves "Two Acrostics: Round the wondrous globe. Maidens, if a maid you meet" Double Acrostic: Two little girls near London dwell "Acrostic: "Are you deaf, Father William ?" Acrostic: Maidens! If you love the tale "Acrostic: Love-lighted eyes, that will not start" To M.A.B. "Acrostic: Maiden, though thy heart may quail" Madrigal Love among the Roses Two Poems to Rachel Daniel The Lyceum "Acrostic: Around my lonely hearth, to-night" Dreamland To my Pupil To my Child-Friend A Riddle A Limerick Rhyme? And Reason? A Nursery Darling Maggie's Visit to Oxford Maggie B?FROM SYLVIE AND BRUNO "Acrostic: Is all our Life, then, but a dream" The Mad Gardener's Song The Warden's Charm Peter and Paul Bruno's Song The Three Badgers Lady Muriel's SongFROM SYLVIE AND BRUNO CONCLUDED "Acrostic: Dreams, that elude the Waker's frenzied grasp?" The King-Fisher Song Matilda Jane What Tottles Meant The little Man that had a little Gun A Song of Love The Pig-TaleTHREE SUNSETS AND OTHER POEMS Three Sunsets The Path of Roses The Valley of the Shadow of Death Solitude Beatrice Stolen Waters The Willow-Tree Only a Woman's Hair The Sailor's Wife After Three Days Faces in the Fire A Lesson in Latin Puck Lost and FoundIndex to First Lines
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