“UPON A BATTLEMENT.” [See p. 30.

RHYME?
AND REASON?

BY

LEWIS CARROLL

WITH SIXTY-FIVE ILLUSTRATIONS
BY
ARTHUR B. FROST

AND NINE
BY
HENRY HOLIDAY

I have had nor rhyme nor reason

PRICE SEVEN SHILLINGS
London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1883
[All Rights Reserved]

London:
R. Clay, Sons, and Taylor
BREAD STREET HILL, E.C.

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Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.

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Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask The tale one loves to tell. Rude scoffer of the seething outer strife, Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright, Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life, Empty of all delight! Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled; Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy, The heart-love of a child! Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more! Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!

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[Of the following poems, Echoes, A Game of Fives, the last three of the Four Riddles, and Fame’s Penny-Trumpet, are here published for the first time. The others have all appeared before, as have also the illustrations to The Hunting of the Snark.]

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