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Article description: (description ) This attribute controls the content of the description and og:description elements. | AN EASTER GREETING
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EVERY CHILD WHO LOVES
“Alice.”
* * * * *
The Hunting of the Snark.
* * * * *
THE HUNTING
OF THE SNARK
an Agony,
in Eight Fits.
By
LEWIS CARROLL
Author of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,”
and “Through the Looking-Glass.”
WITH NINE ILLUSTRATIONS
by
HENRY HOLIDAY
London:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1876.
[The Right of Translation and Reproduction is Reserved.]
London:
R. Clay, Sons, and Taylor, Printers,
Bread Street Hill.
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.
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!
Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled.
Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy,
The heart-love of a child!
Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more!
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days--
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
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