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LEWIS CARROLL THE BARRISTER'S DREAM from THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK They sought it with thimbles , they sought it with care ; They pursued it with forks and hope ; They threatened its life with a railway - share ; They charmed it with ...
LEWIS CARROLL THE BARRISTER'S DREAM from THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK They sought it with thimbles , they sought it with care ; They pursued it with forks and hope ; They threatened its life with a railway - share ; They charmed it with ...
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The bread and the wine had a doom , For these were the host of the air ; He sat and played in a dream Of her long dim hair . He played with the merry old men And thought not of evil chance , Until one bore Bridget his bride Away from ...
The bread and the wine had a doom , For these were the host of the air ; He sat and played in a dream Of her long dim hair . He played with the merry old men And thought not of evil chance , Until one bore Bridget his bride Away from ...
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Hodgson Standing with his head hung down In a stupor , dreaming things : Green savannas , jungles brown , Battlefields and bellowings , Bulls undone and lions dead And vultures flapping overhead . Dreaming things : of days he spent With ...
Hodgson Standing with his head hung down In a stupor , dreaming things : Green savannas , jungles brown , Battlefields and bellowings , Bulls undone and lions dead And vultures flapping overhead . Dreaming things : of days he spent With ...
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