A. A. Milne
- Winnie-the-Pooh
Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.
Howard Pyle
- The Adventures of Robin Hood
In merry England, in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second ruled the land, there lived within the green glades of Sherwood Forest, near Nottingham Town, a famous outlaw whose name was Robin Hood. No archer ever lived that could speed a gray goose shaft with such skill and cunning as his, not were there ever such yeomen as the seven score merry men that roamed with him through the greenwood shades.
Rudyard Kipling
- "Tiger! TIger!" (from: "The Jungle Book")
What of hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and my side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair - to die.
Lewis Carrol
- Jabberwocky (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
'Twas brillig. and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoeves, And the mome raths outgrabe. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
