Do Not, Oh Do Not Indulge Such

I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After So Much Reciting: So, If You Don't Object, My Dear, We'll Try A Glass Of Bitter Beer - I Think It Looks Inviting.

Somehow It Seems To Fill My Head With Ideas - Only I Don't Exactly Know What They Are!

Child Of The Pure Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder! Though Time Be Fleet, And I And Thou Are Half A Life Asunder, Thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail The Love-gift Of A Fairy-tale.

One Of The Hardest Things In The World Is To Convey A Meaning Accurately From One Mind To Another.

It's A Large As Life And Twice As Natural