The Hunting of the Snark, by Lewis Carroll
Fit the Second THE BELLMAN’S SPEECH The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies— Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! Such solemnity, »
Fit the Second THE BELLMAN’S SPEECH The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies— Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! Such solemnity, »
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, and Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones by »
He only said it was my mother's scent. The Uninvited »
> ’Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain When winds were in the oakenshaws and all the cauldrons tolled, And mute’ »
> "Why are you silent, Jane?" > I was experiencing an ordeal: a hand of fiery iron grasped my vitals. Terrible moment: full of »