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On the borders of the “Land o’ Dreams” and broad daylight, the real and the unreal are so strangely blended that children are puzzled to know where the boundary lies. It is from this land that the 12 illustrated stories in this volume are taken. Herein you will find stories of: The Ghost Flower, Or The White Blackbird The Little Yellow Moccasins The Little Ghost Who Laughed Titania’s Maid Of Honor Bran, The Wolf Dog The Corn Fairy At The Wayside Cross In Quest Of The Dark The King Will Hunt To-Day He Was A Prince Where The River Hides Its Pearls The Mist Lady These stories are taken from a place where good wishes come true: where the poor and the lonely are rich in castles and friends: and where sorrowful folk are happy. If you listen carefully, here you will hear the birds singing and children laughing, all day long. The trees are full of blossoms and fruit. The sky is always blue, the grass green and soft. Under the trees dwell the fairies, and against the blue sky you will sometimes see the sheen of angels’ wings as the flit by. So, we invite you to curl up with this unique sliver of Fairy culture not seen in print for over a century; and immerse yourself in the tales and fables of yesteryear. ---------------------------- TAGS: fairy tales, folklore, myths, legends, children’s stories, children’s stories, bygone era, fairydom, fairy land, classic stories, children’s bedtime stories, ghost flower, white blackbird, little yellow moccasins, little ghost who laughed, titania, maid of honor, bran, wolf dog, corn fairy, wayside cross, quest of the dark, king, hunt, to-day, prince, where the river hides its pearls, mist lady
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Compiled By Jane Pentzer Myers
Illustrated By Harriet Roosevelt Richards
Originally Published byA. C. McCLURG & CO., CHICAGO[1901]
Resurrected byAbela Publishing, London[2018]
Stories of Enchantment
Typographical arrangement of this edition
© Abela Publishing 2018
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Abela Publishing,
London
United Kingdom
2018
ISBN-13: 978-8-827556-85-6
website
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THE LAND OF FANCY
To Kate Winifred.
Just between the “Land o’ Dreams” and broad daylight is a beautiful world: where good wishes come true: where the poor and the lonely are rich in castles and friends: and where sorrowful folk are happy.
There you may hear the birds singing and children laughing, all day long. The trees are full of blossoms and fruit. The sky is always blue, the grass green and soft.
Under the trees dwell the fairies, and against the blue sky is sometimes seen the sheen of angels’ wings.
On the borders of this land the real and the unreal are so strangely blended that children are puzzled to know where the boundary lies.
Just across its borders blooms the little white ghost-flower.
It is for you, little girl.
J. P. M.
The Ghost Flower, Or The White Blackbird
The Little Yellow Moccasins
The Little Ghost Who Laughed
Titania’s Maid Of Honor
Bran, The Wolf Dog
The Corn Fairy
At The Wayside Cross
In Quest Of The Dark
The King Will Hunt To-Day
He Was A Prince
Where The River Hides Its Pearls
The Mist Lady
The pipe changed into a strange flower
Little Bravo
“Oh, you pretty dear”
Mateel sank down on her knees and gazed around
In a great carven chair sat a lady
The little girl playfully clasped her knees
Glimpses of the Wonderful City shall be given to her
Soon he was in her arms
“I think I am going to like you”
“He gave me this keepsake for my mamma”
In their palace by the water wait the king and queen
She started up in alarm
“Open your eyes wide and look at me”
There is a region of our own land, far to the westward, where great mountains lift their serene heads into the eternal calm of the upper air. Sunrise and sunset paint them with unearthly beauties; and night, with its myriads of flashing stars or its splendid moon, shines down on their white foreheads, and bids them dream on through the coming ages, as they have done in the past.
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!