Robert Browning's Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

That's my last duchess... 

She's Thut's "Ms Cat Lady"... 

...and who doesn't acknowledge that the popular Egyptian charioteer is also a world-class painter of feline portraits..?

Mark Twain's AnagraMania

You don't know about me... 

...but at noon you'd wok me...? 

If I were you I'd take a deep breath and count to ten -- unless you'd prefer to say hello to my little friends Fisti and Cuffs...

A. A. Milne's AnagraMania

Here is Edward Bear... 

(Did we err...? Be he Sara...?)

What sort of a bear would live under the name of Sara...? Oh...THAT sort of a bear.

Marcel Proust's AnagraMania

For a long time, I used to go to bed early... 

...and I'd forget to get my ol' Lois a bouree.

Without a quick turn or two about the nursery before lights out, that old gal wouldn't sleep a wink...

Bulwer-Lytton's AnagraMania

It was a dark and stormy night... 

...In my Dakota, Tar, with Dr. S_____, sang...

...Don Jose's "Flower Song" aria from Carmen as the infamous plastic surgeon and his giant Negro assistant, having finally loaded the remaining three headless corpses onto the Dodge truck's rain-soaked flatbed, attempted, mostly unsuccessfully, to pat dry each other's soggy jodhpurs...

Into the Woods's AnagraMania

Once upon a time...
...a poem 'n' I cut one... 

(The lines were in the style of poetry of the Fartypants School of nonsense verse.)

Genesis's AnagraMania

In the beginning...
...I, e.g...? Thin 'n' benign... 

(I was younger then.)

Jane Austin's AnagraMania

It is a truth universally acknowledged...

...everyone's Thula duck lard...? It's a-wilting... 

(It seems Mr. Darcy owns a pineapple plantation / fois gras factory on Oahu which he's dubb'd Thula.. .)

Longfellow's AnagraMania

Tell me not in mournful numbers... 
..."Mull 'n' burn fourteen mint moles..."

(Nobody tells Henry Wadsworth how to prepare his signature blacken'd moles.)

Inferno's AnagraMania

Midway on the journey of our life... 
...I found you, El Rey. "Join me!" "What for...?" 

(It sems Mr. Alighieri could use a little help finding his way through that  dusky wood. And who better than The King...?)

Canterbury's AnagraMania

When April with his showers sweet...
...howls, "Shrew! Wine, shrew!" I shit peat... 

(April is most particular about his tipple and I'm no help.)