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    Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

    WAO TeamBy WAO TeamAugust 15, 2024No Comments1 Min Read
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    Jabberwocky is a whimsical poem known for its playful use of nonsensical language and imaginative creatures. Published in the 1871 novel ‘Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There’, the poem grabbed all the attention for Carroll’s inventive vocabulary and rhythmic structure that creates a fantastical environment.

    ’Twas 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 shun

    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!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
    He chortled in his joy.

    ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

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