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LOOKING-GLASS HOUSE. 29 |
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It was like this.
\»d»M $AS «u titaw^ feno yt\j^ &j<\
She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought struck her. " Why, it's a Looking-glass book, of course ! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again."
This was the poem that Alice read.
JABBEBWOCKY.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe ;
All mimsy -were the borogoves, And the mome vaths outgrabe.
" Beware the Jabberwock, my son I
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch ! "
Be took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—•
So rested he by the Tumturn tree, And stood awhile in thought. |
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