https://nors.aeronomie.be/index.php/results/23-peer-reviewed-publications 2026-07-01T10:20:09+00:00 nors Joomla! - Open Source Content Management 2011-12-12T08:13:20+00:00 2011-12-12T08:13:20+00:00 https://nors.aeronomie.be/index.php/results/23-peer-reviewed-publications/13-jabberwocky-11 Nathalie Kalb

<h1>Jabberwocky<img style="margin: 3px; float: right;" src="https://nors.aeronomie.be/ProjectDir/images/Jabberwocky.jpg" alt="Jabberwocky" width="360" height="535" /></h1> <dl><dd>Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</dd><dd>Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:</dd><dd>All mimsy were the borogoves,</dd><dd>And the mome raths outgrabe.</dd></dl><dl><dd>"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!</dd><dd>The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!</dd><dd>Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun</dd><dd>The frumious Bandersnatch!"</dd></dl><dl><dd>He took his vorpal sword in hand:</dd><dd>Long time the manxome foe he sought—</dd><dd>So rested he by the Tumtum tree,</dd><dd>And stood awhile in thought.</dd></dl><dl><dd>And, as in uffish thought he stood,</dd><dd>The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,</dd><dd>Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,</dd><dd>And burbled as it came!</dd></dl><dl><dd>One, two! One, two! And through and through</dd><dd>The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!</dd><dd>He left it dead, and with its head</dd><dd>He went galumphing back.</dd></dl><dl><dd>"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?</dd><dd>Come to my arms, my beamish boy!</dd><dd>O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"</dd><dd>He chortled in his joy.</dd></dl><dl><dd>'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</dd><dd>Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:</dd><dd>All mimsy were the borogoves,</dd><dd>And the mome raths outgrabe.</dd></dl>

<h1>Jabberwocky<img style="margin: 3px; float: right;" src="https://nors.aeronomie.be/ProjectDir/images/Jabberwocky.jpg" alt="Jabberwocky" width="360" height="535" /></h1> <dl><dd>Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</dd><dd>Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:</dd><dd>All mimsy were the borogoves,</dd><dd>And the mome raths outgrabe.</dd></dl><dl><dd>"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!</dd><dd>The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!</dd><dd>Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun</dd><dd>The frumious Bandersnatch!"</dd></dl><dl><dd>He took his vorpal sword in hand:</dd><dd>Long time the manxome foe he sought—</dd><dd>So rested he by the Tumtum tree,</dd><dd>And stood awhile in thought.</dd></dl><dl><dd>And, as in uffish thought he stood,</dd><dd>The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,</dd><dd>Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,</dd><dd>And burbled as it came!</dd></dl><dl><dd>One, two! One, two! And through and through</dd><dd>The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!</dd><dd>He left it dead, and with its head</dd><dd>He went galumphing back.</dd></dl><dl><dd>"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?</dd><dd>Come to my arms, my beamish boy!</dd><dd>O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"</dd><dd>He chortled in his joy.</dd></dl><dl><dd>'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</dd><dd>Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:</dd><dd>All mimsy were the borogoves,</dd><dd>And the mome raths outgrabe.</dd></dl>