The Hunting Of The Snark

Illustrated children's book by Lewis Carroll - online version

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Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade; yet loves as well Rest on a. friendly knee, intent to ask The tale he loves to tell.
Rude spirits of the seething outer strife.
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright. Deem, if you list, such hours a waste of life, Empty of all delight 1
Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled. Ah, happy he who owns that tendereat joy, The heart-love of a child I
Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more !
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy daysó Allieit bright memories of that sunlit shore Yet haunt my dreaming gaze 1