Scribner's Magazine, Volumen29

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

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Página 236 - 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 235 - 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 244 - 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 244 - 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 138 - 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 parccll'd Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles...
Página 239 - The Pobble who has no toes, Swam across the Bristol Channel; But before he set out he wrapped his nose In a piece of scarlet flannel. For his Aunt Jobiska said, 'No harm Can come to his toes if his nose is warm; And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes Are safe, — provided he minds his nose.
Página 240 - I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. "Who are you, aged man?" I said, "and how is it you live?" And his answer trickled through my head Like water through a sieve. He said "I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men...
Página 236 - 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, You gave us three or more ; They all returned from him to you, Though they were mine before.
Página 240 - He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!" But before he touched the shore — The shore of the Bristol Channel, A sea-green Porpoise carried away His wrapper of scarlet flannel. And when he came to observe his feet, Formerly garnished with toes so neat, His face at once became forlorn On perceiving that all his toes were gone! And nobody ever knew, From that dark day to the present, Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes, In a manner so far from pleasant. Whether...
Página 241 - 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!

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