"
_WITH NINE ILLUSTRATIONS_
by
HENRY HOLIDAY
+London+:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
_WITH NINE ILLUSTRATIONS_
by
HENRY HOLIDAY
+London+:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
Lewis Carroll
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Title: The Hunting of the Snark
an Agony, in Eight Fits
Author: Lewis Carroll
Illustrator: Henry Holiday
Release Date: September 1, 2009 [EBook #29888]
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[Cover:
THE
HUNTING
OF THE
SNARK]
AN EASTER GREETING
to
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!
PREFACE.
If--and the thing is wildly possible--the charge of writing nonsense
were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive poem,
it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line (in p. 18)
"Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes. "
In view of this painful possibility, I will not (as I might) appeal
indignantly to my other writings as a proof that I am incapable of such
a deed: I will not (as I might) point to the strong moral purpose of
this poem itself, to the arithmetical principles so cautiously
inculcated in it, or to its noble teachings in Natural History--I will
take the more prosaic course of simply explaining how it happened.
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www. gutenberg. net
Title: The Hunting of the Snark
an Agony, in Eight Fits
Author: Lewis Carroll
Illustrator: Henry Holiday
Release Date: September 1, 2009 [EBook #29888]
Language: English
Character set encoding: UTF-8
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[Cover:
THE
HUNTING
OF THE
SNARK]
AN EASTER GREETING
to
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!
PREFACE.
If--and the thing is wildly possible--the charge of writing nonsense
were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive poem,
it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line (in p. 18)
"Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes. "
In view of this painful possibility, I will not (as I might) appeal
indignantly to my other writings as a proof that I am incapable of such
a deed: I will not (as I might) point to the strong moral purpose of
this poem itself, to the arithmetical principles so cautiously
inculcated in it, or to its noble teachings in Natural History--I will
take the more prosaic course of simply explaining how it happened.
