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Alice's Adventures in WonderlandIllustrated by Arthur Rackham. With a Proem by Austin Dobson
Alice's Adventures in WonderlandIllustrated by Arthur Rackham. With a Proem by Austin Dobson
Alice's Adventures in WonderlandIllustrated by Arthur Rackham. With a Proem by Austin Dobson
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    Title: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

           Illustrated by Arthur Rackham. With a Proem by Austin Dobson

    Author: Lewis Carroll

    Illustrator: Arthur Rackham

    Release Date: May 19, 2009 [EBook #28885]

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND ***

    Produced by Jana Srna, Emmy and the Online Distributed

    Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was

    produced from images generously made available by the

    University of Florida Digital Collections.)

    ALICE'S ADVENTURES

    IN WONDERLAND


    Printed in England


    'Tis two score years since

    Carroll's

    art,

    With topsy-turvy magic,

    Sent

    Alice

    wondering through a part

    Half-comic and half-tragic.

    Enchanting

    Alice

    ! Black-and-white

    Has made your deeds perennial;

    And naught save Chaos and old Night

    Can part you now from

    Tenniel

    ;

    But still you are a Type, and based

    In Truth, like

    Lear

    and

    Hamlet

    ;

    And Types may be re-draped to taste

    In cloth-of-gold or camlet.

    Here comes afresh Costumier, then;

    That Taste may gain a wrinkle

    From him who drew with such deft pen

    The rags of

    Rip Van Winkle

    !

    AUSTIN DOBSON.

    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 pretence

    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 tone Secunda hopes

    There will be nonsense in it!

    While Tertia interrupts the tale

    Not more than once a minute.

    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 wither'd wreath of flowers

    Pluck'd in a far-off land.


    CONTENTS


    LIST OF THE PLATES


    CHAPTER I

    Down the Rabbit-Hole

    LICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, and what is the use of a book, thought Alice, without pictures or conversations?

    So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid) whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

    There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late! (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

    In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

    The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.

    Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time? she said aloud. I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down. I think— (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) —yes, that's about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to? (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)

    Presently she began again. "I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The Antipathies, I think—" (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) —but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia? (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.

    Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think! (Dinah was the cat.)

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