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Speak Roughly To Your Little Boy

And with that she

began nursing her child again, singing a sort of

lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a vio

lent shake at the end of every line: — —

"Speak roughly to your little boy,

And beat him when he sneezes;

He only does it to annoy,

Because he knows it teases."CHORUS

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A Nursery Darling

A Mother's breast:

Safe refuge from her childish fears,

From childish troubles, childish tears,

Mists that enshroud her dawning years!

see how in sleep she seems to sing

A voiceless psalm—an offering

Raised, to the glory of her King

In Love: for Love is Rest.

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Fit The Eighth - The Vanishing

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;

They pursued it with forks and hope;

They threatened its life with a railway-share;

They charmed it with smiles and soap.

They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,

And the Beaver, excited at last,

Went bounding along on the tip of its tail,

For the daylight was nearly past.

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Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur

"How shall I be a poet?

How shall I write in rhyme?

You told me once `the very wish

Partook of the sublime.'

The tell me how! Don't put me off

With your `another time'!"

The old man smiled to see him,

To hear his sudden sally;

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Phantasmagoria Canto VII ( Sad Souvenaunce )

"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept?

Or can I have been drinking?"

But soon a gentler feeling crept

Upon me, and I sat and wept

An hour or so, like winking.

"No need for Bones to hurry so!"

I sobbed. "In fact, I doubt

If it was worth his while to go -

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The Knight's Song

I'll tell thee everything I can:

There's little to relate.

I saw an aged aged man,

A-sitting on a gate.

'Who are you, aged man?' I said.

'And how is it you live?'

And his answer trickled through my head,

Like water through a sieve.

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Phantasmagoria Canto VI ( Dyscomfyture )

As one who strives a hill to climb,

Who never climbed before:

Who finds it, in a little time,

Grow every moment less sublime,

And votes the thing a bore:

Yet, having once begun to try,

Dares not desert his quest,

But, climbing, ever keeps his eye

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The Voice Of The Lobster

"'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare

'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.'

As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose

Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.

When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,

And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark:

But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,

His voice has a timid and tremulous sound."

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The Lobster-Quadrille

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,

"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.

See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!

They are waiting on the shingle — will you come and join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be

When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"

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Alice And The White Knight

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.

"It's long." said the Knight, "but it's very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it -

either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -"

"Or else what?" said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.

"Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes.'"

"Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?" Alice said, trying to feel interested.

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Atalanta In Camden -Town

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 "She had

heard all that nonsense before."

She'd the brooch I had bought

And the necklace and sash on,

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Phantasmagoria Canto IV ( Hys Nouryture )

"OH, when I was a little Ghost,

A merry time had we!

Each seated on his favourite post,

We chumped and chawed the buttered toast

They gave us for our tea."

"That story is in print!" I cried.

"Don't say it's not, because

It's known as well as Bradshaw's Guide!"

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