Scribner's Magazine, Volumen29

Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan
Charles Scribners Sons, 1901

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Página 238 - 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!
Página 237 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear • Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it : then, if sickly ears, Deaf 'd with the clamours of their own dear groans.
Página 238 - 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 ! Oh, frabjous day! Callooh! callay!
Página 246 - Ben. Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms. Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, "Let others shoot; For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot.
Página 246 - So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top; and they all fell to playing the game of...
Página 238 - They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him : She gave me a good character, But said I could not swim. He sent them word I had not gone (We know it to be true) : If she should push the matter on. What would become of you ? I gave her one, they gave him two.
Página 243 - And now, if e'er by chance I put My fingers into glue. Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe. Or if I drop upon my toe A very heavy weight, I weep, for it reminds me so Of that old man I used to know Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow. Whose face was very like a crow...
Página 243 - He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk Descending from the bus: He looked again, and found it was A Hippopotamus: "If this should stay to dine," he said, "There won't be much for us!
Página 140 - Brimming, and bright, and large; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents; that for many a league The shorn and parcelled Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles...
Página 243 - He thought he saw a Rattlesnake That questioned him in Greek: He looked again, and found it was The Middle of Next Week. "The one thing I regret," he said, "Is that it cannot speak!

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