He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought-
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
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.
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
alliteration
assonance
consonance
repetition
Internal rhyme
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