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A Victorian anthology, 1837-1595
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THE
LAND
OF
WONDER-WANDER "
ffiuttoibge
( " LEWIS
CARROLL " )
JABBERWOCKY
T
WAS
brillig,
and
the
slithy
toves
Did
gyre
and
gimble
in
the
wabe
;
All
mimsy
were
the
borogoves,
And
the
mome
raths
outgrabe.
"
Beware
the
Jabberwock,
my
son
!
The
jaws
that
bite,
the
claws
that
catch
!
Beware
the
Jubjub
bird,
and
shim
The
frumious
Bandersnatch
!
"
He
took
his
vorpal
sword
in
hand
:
Long
time
the
manxome
foe
he
sought
So
rested
he
by
the
Tumtum
tree,
And
stood
awhile
in
thought.
And
as
in
uffish
thought
he
stood,
The
Jabberwock,
with
eyes
of
flame,
Came
whiffling
through
the
tulgey
wood,
And
burbled
as
it
came
!
One,
two
!
One,
two
!
And
through
and
through
The
vorpal
blade
went
snicker-snack
!
He
left
it
dead,
and
with
its
head
He
went
galumphing
back.
"
And
hast
thou
slain
the
Jabberwock
?
Come
to
my
arms,
my
beamish
boy
!
(3
frabjous
day
!
Callooh
!
Callay
1
"
He
chortled
in
his
joy.
' T
was
brillig,
and
the
slithy
toves
Did
gyre
and
gimble
in
the
wabe
;
All
mimsy
were
the
borogoves,
And
the
mome
raths
outgrabe.
FROM
" THE
HUNTING
OF
THE
SNARK "
;
THE
BAKER ' S
TALE
THEY
rous ' d
him
with
muffins
they
rous ' d
him
with
ice
They
rous ' d
him
with
mustard
and
cress
They
rous ' d
him
with
jam
and
judicious
advice
They
set
him
conundrums
to
guess.
When
at
length
he
sat
up
and
was
able
speak,
His
sad
story
he
offer ' d
to
tell
;
And
the
Bellman
cried
"
Silence
!
Ne
even
a
shriek
!
"
And
excitedly
tingled
his
bell.
There
was
silence
supreme
!
Not
a
shriek
s
j|
not
a
scream,
Scarcely
even
a
howl
or
a
groan,
As
the
man
they
call ' d
"
Ho
!
"
told
his
story
of
woe
In
an
antediluvian
tone.
" My
father
and
mother
were
honest,
||
though
poor
"
"
Skip
all
that
!
"
cried
the
Bellman
in
haste.
"
If
it
once
becomes
dark,
there
' s
no
chance
of
a
Snark
We
have
hardly
a
minute
to
waste
!
"
"
I
skip
forty
years, "
said
the
Baker,
in
tears,
"
And
proceed
without
further
remark
To
the
day
when
you
took
me
aboard
of
your
ship
To
help
you
in
hunting
the
Snark.
"
A
dear
uncle
of
mine
(after
whom
I
was
nam ' d)
Remark ' d,
when
I
bade
him
farewell
"
"
Oh,
skip
your
dear
uncle
!
"
the
Bellman
exclaim ' d,
As
he
angrily
tingled
his
bell.
"
He
remark ' d
to
me
then, "
said
that
mild-
est
of
men,
" ' If
your
Snark
be
a
Snark,
that
is
right
:
Fetch
it
home
by
all
means
you
may
serve
it
with
greens.
And
it
' s
handy
for
striking
a
light.
"
'
You
may
seek
it
with
thimbles
and
seek
it
with
care
;
You
may
hunt
it
with
forks
and
hope
;
You
may
threaten
its
life
with
a
railway-
share
;
You
may
charm
it
with
smiles
and
soap
' "
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