Alice Through The Looking-Glass

Illustrated children's book by Lewis Carroll - online version

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Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight, I weep, for it reminds me so Of that old man I used to knowWlwse look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo------
That summer evening, long ago,
A-sitting on a gate."
As the Knight sang the last words of the bal­lad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had come. " You've only a few yards to go," he said, "down the hill and over that little brook, and then
you'll be a Queen------But you'll stay and see me
off first?" he added as Alice turned with an eager look in the direction to which he pointed. "I shan't be long. You'll wait and wave your hand­kerchief when I get to that turn in the road? I think it'll encourage me, you see."
"Of course I'll wait," said Alice: "and thank