Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1871) is a novel by Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson), the sequel to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1865). It is based on his meeting with another Alice, Alice Raikes. Set some six months later than the earlier book, Alice again enters a fantastical world, this time by climbing through a mirror into the world that she can see beyond it. Though not quite as popular as Wonderland, Through the Looking-Glass includes such celebrated verses as "Jabberwocky" and "The Walrus and the Carpenter," and the episode involving Tweedledum and...
Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1871) is a novel by Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson), the sequel to Alice's Adventures ...
Lewis Carroll is a pen-name: Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was the authors real name and he was lecturer in Mathematics in Christ Church, Oxford. Dodgson began the story on 4 July 1862, when he took a journey in a rowing boat on the river Thames in Oxford together with the Reverend Robinson Duckworth, with Alice Liddell (ten years of age) the daughter of the Dean of Christ Church, and with her two sisters, Lorina (thirteen years of age), and Edith (eight years of age). As is clear from the poem at the beginning of the book, the three girls asked Dodgson for a story and reluctantly at first he...
Lewis Carroll is a pen-name: Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was the authors real name and he was lecturer in Mathematics in Christ Church, Oxford. Dodgson b...
One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it: -it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it COULDN'T have had any hand in the mischief
One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it: -it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been h...
This enchanting book features 12 adaptations of the best classic stories by the worlds master storytellers, such as Hans Christian Andersen, Charles Perrault and The Brothers Grimm. "12 Classic Childrens Stories of All Time" is a collection of stories that every child must know and every adult will enjoy remembering. The stories featured are: THE THREE LITTLE PIGS (Anonymous) THE UGLY DUCKLING (Hans Christian Andersen) THE HEN THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS (Aesop) THE LITTLE MERMAID (Hans Christian Andersen) SINBAD THE SAILOR (Anonymous) GULLIVER IN LILLIPUT (Jonathan Swift) ALI BABA (Anonymous)...
This enchanting book features 12 adaptations of the best classic stories by the worlds master storytellers, such as Hans Christian Andersen, Charles P...
If-and the thing is wildly possible-the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive poem, it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line. "Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes." In view of this painful possibility, I will not (as I might) appeal indignantly to my other writings as a proof that I am incapable of such a deed: I will not (as I might) point to the strong moral purpose of this poem itself, to the arithmetical principles so cautiously inculcated in it, or to its noble teachings in Natural History-I will take the...
If-and the thing is wildly possible-the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive poem, it would b...
To my Child-friend. I charm in vain; for never again, All keenly as my glance I bend, Will Memory, goddess coy, Embody for my joy Departed days, nor let me gaze On thee, my fairy friend Yet could thy face, in mystic grace, A moment smile on me, 'twould send Far-darting rays of light From Heaven athwart the night, By which to read in very deed Thy spirit, sweetest friend So may the stream of Life's long dream Flow gently onward to its end, With many a floweret gay, Adown its willowy way: May no sigh vex, no care perplex, My loving little friend
To my Child-friend. I charm in vain; for never again, All keenly as my glance I bend, Will Memory, goddess coy, Embody for my joy Departed days, nor l...
