Lewis Carroll1832–1898- Through the Looking-Glass (1871), Chapter IIn context
Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don’t exactly know what they are!
Through the Looking-Glass (1871), Chapter IIn context- Through the Looking-Glass (1871), Chapter IVIn context
Ever drifting down the stream—
Lingering in the golden gleam—
Life, what is it but a dream?Through the Looking-Glass (1871), Chapter XIIIn context





