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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447634" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alice And The White Knight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You are sad.' the Knight said in an anxious tone: 'let me sing you a song to comfort you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is it very long?' Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's long.' said the Knight, 'but it's very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it -<br>either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Or else what?' said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?' Alice said, trying to feel interested.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, you don't understand,' the Knight said, looking a little vexed. 'That's what the name<br>is called. The name really is 'The Aged, Aged Man.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then I ought to have said 'That's what the song is called'?' Alice corrected herself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No you oughtn't: that's another thing. The song is called 'Ways and Means' but that's only<br>what it's called, you know!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well, what is the song then?' said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I was coming to that,' the Knight said. 'The song really is 'A-sitting On a Gate': and the<br>tune's my own invention.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then slowly beating time<br>with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle, foolish face, he began: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll tell thee everything I can;<br>There's little to relate.<br>I saw an aged, aged man,<br>A-sitting on a gate.<br>'Who are you, aged man?' I said,<br>' And how is it you live?'<br>And his answer trickled through my head<br>like water through a sieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said 'I look for butterflies<br>That sleep among the wheat:<br>I make them into mutton pies,<br>And sell them in the street.<br>I sell them unto men,' he said,<br>'Who sail on stormy seas;<br>And that's the way I get my bread -<br>A trifle if you please.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I was thinking of a plan<br>To dye one's whiskers green,<br>And always use so large a fan<br>That they could not be seen.<br>So, having no reply to give<br>To what the old man said,<br>I cried, 'Come tell me how you live!'<br>And thumped him on the head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His accents mild took up the tale:<br>He said, 'I go my ways,<br>And when I find a mountain-rill,<br>I set it in a blaze;<br>And thence they make a stuff they call<br>Rowland's Macassar Oil -<br>Yet twopence-halfpenny is all<br>They give me for my toil.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But I was thinking of a way<br>To feed one's self on batter,<br>And so go on from day to day<br>Getting a little fatter.<br>I shook him well from side to side<br>Until his face was blue:<br>'Come tell me how you live,' I cried,<br>'And what it is you do!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said 'I hunt for haddocks' eyes<br>Among the heather bright,<br>And work them into waistcoat buttons<br>In the silent night.<br>And these I do not sell for gold<br>Or coin of silvery shine,<br>But for a copper halfpenny,<br>And that will purchase nine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I sometimes dig for buttered rolls,<br>Or set limed twigs for crabs;<br>I sometimes search for grassy knolls<br>For wheels of hansom-cabs.<br>And that's the way' (he gave a wink)<br>'By which I get my wealth -<br>And very gladly will I drink<br>Your Honour's noble health.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard him then, for I had just<br>Completed my design<br>To keep the Menai Bridge from rust<br>By boiling it in wine.<br>I thanked him much for telling me<br>The way he got his wealth,<br>But chiefly for the wish that he<br>Might drink my noble health. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now if e'er by chance I put<br>My fingers into glue,<br>Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot<br>Into a left-hand shoe,<br>Or if I drop upon my toe<br>A very heavy weight,<br>I weep, for it reminds me so<br>Of that old man I used to know -<br>Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow<br>Whose hair was whiter than the snow,<br>Whose face was very like a crow,<br>With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,<br>Who seemed distracted with his woe,<br>Who rocked his body to and fro,<br>And muttered mumblingly and low,<br>As if his mouth were full of dough,<br>Who snorted like a buffalo -<br>That summer evening long ago<br>A-sitting on a gate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lewis+Carroll">Lewis Carroll</a><div class=q>
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'You are sad.' the Knight said in an anxious tone: 'let me sing you a song to comfort you.'

'Is it very long?' Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.

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