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Alice's Adventures in WonderlandAlice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgeson) All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.
-- Opening poem, first verse.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out—
And now our tale is done
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
-- Opening poem, sixth verse
Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.
-- Opening poem, final verse
'You are old Father William,' the young man said,
'And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think at your age it is right?'
-- Alice, Chapter 5
"Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does is to annoy,
Because he knows it teases."
Chorus
"Wow!wow!wow!"
"I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can then throughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!"
Chorus
"Wow!wow!wow!"
-- the Duchess, Chapter 6
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