GwindonSurion Mesaj tarihi: Mart 14, 2010 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 14, 2010 `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, has 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. Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
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Dworgian Mesaj tarihi: Mart 15, 2010 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 15, 2010 Der Jammerwoch Robert Scott Es brillig war. Die schlichte Toven Wirrten und wimmelten in Waben; Und aller-mümsige Burggoven Die mohmen Räth' ausgraben. »Bewahre doch vor Jammerwoch! Die Zähne knirschen, Krallen kratzen! Bewahr' vor Jubjub-Vogel, vor Frumiösen Banderschntzchen!« Er griff sein vorpals Schwertchen zu, Er suchte lang das manchsan' Ding; Dann, stehend unterm Tumtum Baum, Er an-zu-denken-fing. Als stand er tief in Andacht auf, Des Jammerwochen's Augen-feuer Durch tulgen Wald mit Wiffek kam Ein burbelnd Ungeheuer! Eins, Zwei! Eins, Zwei! Und durch und durch Sein vorpals Schwert zerschnifer-schnück, Da blieb es todt! Er, Kopf in Hand, Geläumfig zog zurück. »Und schlugst Du ja den Jammerwoch? Umarme mich, mien Böhm'sches Kind! O Freuden-Tag! O Halloo-Schlag!« Er schortelt froh-gesinnt. Es brillig war. Die schlichte Toven Wirrten und wimmelten in Waben; Und aller-mümsige Burggoven Die mohmen Räth' ausgraben. Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
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