’Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wade;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 shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he sought—So rested he by … Continue reading Poem – “Jabberwocky”
Poetry
Poem – “Christmas”
The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,The candles gaily glow;The stars emit a kinder lightAbove the drifted snow. Down from the sky a magic stealsTo glad the passing year,And belfries sing with joyous peals,For Christmastide is here!-H.P. Lovecraft
Poem – “Sonnet 30”
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,And moan … Continue reading Poem – “Sonnet 30”
Poetry – The Nightmare Song (from ‘Iolanthe’)
When you're lying awakeWith a dismal headache,And repose is taboo'd by anxiety,I conceive you may useAny language you chooseTo indulge in, without impropriety; For your brain is on fireThe bedclothes conspireOf usual slumber to plunder you:First your counterpane goes,And uncovers your toes,And your sheet slips demurely from under you; Then the blanketing tickles—You feel like … Continue reading Poetry – The Nightmare Song (from ‘Iolanthe’)
Poem – “Brown Bess”
In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocadeBrown Bess was a partner whom none could despise –An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes –At Blenheim and Ramillies fops would confessThey were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess. Though her sight was not long and … Continue reading Poem – “Brown Bess”
Poem – “The Beginnings”
It was not part of their blood,It came to them very lateWith long arrears to make good,When the English began to hate. They were not easily moved,They were icy-willing to waitTill every count should be proved,Ere the English began to hate. Their voices were even and low,Their eyes were level and straight.There was neither sign … Continue reading Poem – “The Beginnings”
Poetry – Yes, It’s THAT One
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I … Continue reading Poetry – Yes, It’s THAT One
Poetry – “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning to … Continue reading Poetry – “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”
Poem – “The Arrow and the Song”
I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where;For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where;For who has sight so keen and strong,That it can follow the flight of song? Long, … Continue reading Poem – “The Arrow and the Song”
Poem – “Napoleon”
'What is the world, O soldiers?It is I:I, this incessant snow,This northern sky;Soldiers, this solitudeThrough which we goIs I.'-Walter de la Mare
Serpent's Den 