1 'I'm a poor man, your Majesty,' he began.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER XI. Who Stole the Tarts? 2 'You're a very poor speaker,' said the King.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER XI. Who Stole the Tarts? 3 This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER VII. A Mad Tea-Party 4 The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER IV. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill 5 It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER IV. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill 6 'You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX. The Mock Turtle's Story 7 Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in her haste, she had put the Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable to move.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. Alice's Evidence 8 The poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER VI. Pig and Pepper 9 How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; 'and even if my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, 'it would be of very little use without my shoulders.'
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis CarrollContextHighlight In CHAPTER I. Down the Rabbit-Hole