tailieunhanh - Alice’s Adventures in WonderlandBy Lewis Caroll (1865)Download free eBooks of classic literature, books and novels at Planet eBook. Subscribe to our free eBooks blog and email newsletter..All in the Golden AfternoonAll in the golden afternoon Full

All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict to “begin it”: In gentler tones Secunda hopes “There will be nonsense in it.” While Tertia interrupts the tale Not more than once a minute. . | Alice s Adventures IN Wonderland By Lewis Caroll 1865 All in the Golden Afternoon All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide For both our oars with little skill By little arms are plied While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide. Ah cruel Three In such an hour Beneath such dreamy weather To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict to begin it In gentler tones Secunda hopes There will be nonsense in it. While Tertia interrupts the tale Not more than once a minute. 2 Alice s Adventures in Wonderland Anon to sudden silence won In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new In friendly chat with bird or beast And half believe it true. And ever as the story drained The wells of fancy dry And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by The rest next time It is next time The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland Thus slowly one by one Its quaint events were hammered out And now the tale is done And home we steer a merry crew Beneath the setting sun. Alice a childish story take And with a gentle hand Lay it where Childhood s dreams are twined In Memory s mystic band Like pilgrim s withered wreath of flowers Plucked in a far-off land. Free eBooks at Planet