‘I am of Ireland,And the Holy Land of Ireland,And time runs on,’ cried she.‘Come out of charity,Come dance with me in Ireland.’ One man, one man aloneIn that outlandish gear,One solitary manOf all that rambled thereHad turned his stately head.That is...

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"...