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"Phantasmagoria" is a poem written by Lewis Carroll and first published in 1869 as the opening poem of a collection of verse by Carroll entitled Phantasmagoria and Other Poems. The collection was also published under the name Rhyme? And Reason? It is Lewis Carroll's longest poem. Both the poem and the collection were illustrated by A. B. Frost. "Phantasmagoria" is a narrative discussion written in seven cantos between a ghost (a Phantom) and a man named Tibbets. Carroll portrays the ghost as not so different from human beings: although ghosts may jibber and jangle their chains, they, like us, simply have a job to do and that job is to haunt. Just as in our society, in ghost society there is a hierarchy, and ghosts are answerable to the King (who must be addressed as “Your Royal Whiteness”) if they disregard the "Maxims of Behaviour”. Ghosts, our Phantom tells the narrator, fear the same things that we often fear, only sometimes in the reverse: “Allow me to remark That ghosts has just as good a right, In every way to fear the light, As men to fear the dark.” Contents Phantasmagoria -- Echoes -- A sea dirge -- Ye carpette knyghte -- Hiawatha's photographing -- Melancholetta -- A valentine -- The three voices -- Tèma con variaziòni -- A game of fives -- Poeta fit, non nascitur -- Size and tears -- Atalanta in Camden-town -- The lang coortin' -- Four riddles -- Fame's penny-trumpet.
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Table of contents
PHANTASMAGORIA AND OTHER POEMS
CONTENTS
CANTO VII Sad Souvenaunce
ECHOES
A SEA DIRGE
Ye Carpette Knyghte
HIAWATHA’S PHOTOGRAPHING
MELANCHOLETTA
A VALENTINE
The Third Voice
TÈMA CON VARIAZIÒNI
A GAME OF FIVES
POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR
SIZE AND TEARS
ATALANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN
THE LANG COORTIN’
IV.
FAME’S PENNY-TRUMPET
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PHANTASMAGORIA AND OTHER POEMS
PHANTASMAGORIA AND OTHER POEMS
BY LEWIS CARROLL
WITH ILLUSTRATIONSBY ARTHUR B. FROST
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED ST. MARTIN’S STREET, LONDON 1911
Richard Clay and Sons, LimitedBRUNSWICK STREET, STAMFORD STREET, S.E.,AND BUNGAY, SUFFOLK.
First published in 1869.
Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea.
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well Rest on the 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 unbeguilded. Ah, happy he who owns the 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 the sunlit shore Yet haunt my dreaming gaze.
CONTENTS
PAGE
Phantasmagoria, in Seven Cantos:—
I.
The Trystyng
1
II.
Hys Fyve Rules
10
III.
Scarmoges
18
IV.
Hys Nouryture
26
V.
Byckerment
34
VI.
Dyscomfyture
44
VII.
Sad Souvenaunce
53
Echoes
58
A Sea Dirge
59
Ye Carpette Knyghte
64
Hiawatha’s Photographing
66
Melancholetta
78
A Valentine
84
The Three Voices:—
The First Voice
87
The Second Voice
98
The Third Voice
109
Tèma Con Variaziòni
118
A Game of Fives
120
Poeta fit, non nascitur
123
Size and Tears
131
Atalanta in Camden-Town
136
The Lang Coortin’
140
Four Riddles
152
Fame’s Penny-Trumpet
163
CANTO VII Sad Souvenaunce
PHANTASMAGORIA
CANTO I The Trystyng
One winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, And supper, with cigars and wine, Was waiting in the study.
There was a strangeness in the room, And Something white and wavy Was standing near me in the gloom— I took it for the carpet-broom Left by that careless slavey.
But presently the Thing began To shiver and to sneeze: On which I said “Come, come, my man! That’s a most inconsiderate plan. Less noise there, if you please!”
“I’ve caught a cold,” the Thing replies, “Out there upon the landing.” I turned to look in some surprise, And there, before my very eyes, A little Ghost was standing!
He trembled when he caught my eye, And got behind a chair. “How came you here,” I said, “and why? I never saw a thing so shy. Come out! Don’t shiver there!”
He said “I’d gladly tell you how, And also tell you why; But” (here he gave a little bow) “You’re in so bad a temper now, You’d think it all a lie.
“And as to being in a fright, Allow me to remark That Ghosts have just as good a right In every way, to fear the light, As Men to fear the dark.”
“No plea,” said I, “can well excuse Such cowardice in you: For Ghosts can visit when they choose, Whereas we Humans ca’n’t refuse To grant the interview.”
He said “A flutter of alarm Is not unnatural, is it? I really feared you meant some harm: But, now I see that you are calm, Let me explain my visit.
“Houses are classed, I beg to state, According to the number Of Ghosts that they accommodate: (The Tenant merely counts as weight, With Coals and other lumber).
“This is a ‘one-ghost’ house, and you When you arrived last summer, May have remarked a Spectre who Was doing all that Ghosts can do To welcome the new-comer.
“In Villas this is always done— However cheaply rented: For, though of course there’s less of fun When there is only room for one, Ghosts have to be contented.
“That Spectre left you on the Third— Since then you’ve not been haunted: For, as he never sent us word, ’Twas quite by accident we heard That any one was wanted.
“A Spectre has first choice, by right, In filling up a vacancy; Then Phantom, Goblin, Elf, and Sprite— If all these fail them, they invite The nicest Ghoul that they can see.
“The Spectres said the place was low, And that you kept bad wine: So, as a Phantom had to go, And I was first, of course, you know, I couldn’t well decline.”
“No doubt,” said I, “they settled who Was fittest to be sent Yet still to choose a brat like you, To haunt a man of forty-two, Was no great compliment!”
“I’m not so young, Sir,” he replied, “As you might think. The fact is, In caverns by the water-side, And other places that I’ve tried, I’ve had a lot of practice:
