Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.
She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).
One can't believe impossible things.
Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyena, and you're a bone!
Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly he spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws!