. Through the looking glass and what Alice found there . Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, With bitter tidings laden,Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melanchoty maiden!We are but older children, dear,Who fret to find our bedtime near. Without, the frost, the blinding snow,The storm-winds moody madness— Within, the firelights ruddy glow,And childhoods nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. And, though the shadow of a sighMay tremble through the story, For happy summer days gone byAnd vanishd summer glory— It shall not touch, with breat

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. Through the looking glass and what Alice found there . Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, With bitter tidings laden,Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melanchoty maiden!We are but older children, dear,Who fret to find our bedtime near. Without, the frost, the blinding snow,The storm-winds moody madness— Within, the firelights ruddy glow,And childhoods nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. And, though the shadow of a sighMay tremble through the story, For happy summer days gone byAnd vanishd summer glory— It shall not touch, with breath of bale, The pleasance of our CONTENTS CHAPTER I. LOOKING-GLASS HOUSE PAGRI

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