Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales - Illustrated by W. Heath Robinson

Hans Christian Andersen

Description

This beautiful book, originally published in 1913, contains a collection of seventeen classic fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen. Stories include, The March King’s Daughter, The Snow Queen, The Storks, The Real Princess, The Little Mermaid, The Ugly Duckling and more.



These classic tales are accompanied by 16 incredible colour illustrations many beautiful and intricate black and white drawings by W. Heath Robinson. An English cartoonist and illustrator, best known for drawings of ridiculously complicated machines – for achieving deceptively simple objectives. Such was (and is) his fame, that the term ‘Heath Robinson’ entered the English language during the First World War, as a description of any unnecessarily complex and implausible contrivance.



Hans Christian Andersen (1805 - 1875) was a Danish writer. He wrote many poems, travelogues, and plays, but he is most famous for his fairy tales, which have been translated into over 125 languages and continue to have a significant influence on western popular culture. This timeless collection would make for a worthy addition to any child’s bookshelf and is not to be missed by fans and collectors of Andersen’s illustrated works.



We are republishing it here as part of our ‘Pook Press’ imprint, celebrating the golden age of illustration in children’s literature. We publish rare and vintage Golden Age illustrated books, in high-quality colour editions, so that the masterful artwork and story-telling can continue to delight both young and old.

Sujets

• The Little Mermaid
• The Ugly Duckling
• Le Vilain Petit Canard
• La Petite Sirène (Andersen)

Informations

• Publié par: Read Books Ltd.
• Date de parution: 17 septembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528766258
• Langue: English

Extrait

HANS ANDERSEN S FAIRY TALES

The bud opened into a full blown flower, in the middle of which lay a beautiful child

CONTENTS

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
LIST OF COLOURED PLATES
THE MARSH KING S DAUGHTER
TOMMELISE
THE SNOW QUEEN.
PART THE FIRST-WHICH TREATS OF THE MIRROR AND ITS FRAGMENTS
PART THE SECOND-A LITTLE BOY AND A LITTLE GIRL
PART THE THIRD-THE ENCHANTED FLOWER-GARDEN
PART THE FOURTH-THE PRINCE AND THE PRINCESS
PART THE FIFTH-THE LITTLE ROBBER-MAIDEN
PART THE SIXTH-THE LAPLAND WOMAN AND THE FINLAND WOMAN
PART THE SEVENTH-WHICH TREATS OF THE SNOW QUEEN S PALACE, AND OF WHAT CAME TO PASS THEREIN
ELFIN-MOUNT
THE LITTLE MERMAID
THE STORKS
THE NIGHTINGALE
THE WILD SWANS
THE REAL PRINCESS
THE RED SHOES
THE EMPEROR S NEW CLOTHES
THE SWINEHERD
THE FLYING TRUNK
THE LEAPING MATCH
THE SHEPHERDESS AND THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER
THE UGLY DUCKLING
THE NAUGHTY BOY
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
The marsh king s daughter
She understood the speech of birds
It was he who pulled her down
The Nile flood had retired
There was a little bird that beat its wings
Placed the golden circuit about his neck
Then she saw the storks
The swallow soared high into the air
Thou poor little thing, said the field-mouse
This is just the wife for my son, said the toad
Oh, how terrified was poor Tommelise
That was the greatest of pleasures
They carried the mirror from place to place
He chuckled with delight
She wore a large hat, with most beautiful flowers painted on it
Gerda knew every flower in the garden
Suddenly a large raven hopped upon the snow in front of her
Cabinet councillors were walking about barefooted
And the nearer they were to the door the prouder they looked
And flapped his black wings at the carriage till it was out of sight
The little robber-maiden
The snow queen
She ran on as fast as she could
She entered the large, cold, empty hall
Tailpiece
The elfin king s housekeeper
The mer-king must be invited first
They felt quite as if they were at home
I will have thee myself to wife
The little mermaid
She was on the whole a sensible sort of lady
The youngest was the most lovely
They ate from their hands
Many an evening she rose to the place
When the sun arose she awoke
Father stork
Stork! stork! long-legged stork!
And fetch one for each of the boys
Oh! how pretty that is! he would say
Among the branches dwelt a nightingale
They admired the city, the palace, and the garden
The kitchen-maid
The chief imperial nightingale bringer
He was quite as successful as the real nightingale
The wild swans
So Elise took off her clothes and stepped into the water
And met an old woman with a basket full of berries
Not a boat was to be seen
There was only just room for her and them
I must venture to the churchyard
Tailpiece
I have scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through
The old king himself went out to open it
And the pea was preserved in the cabinet of curiosities
Karen
And Karen was dressed very neatly
Karen and the old lady walked to church
He sat there nodding at her
Dance she must, over field and meadow
Two rogues calling themselves weavers made their appearance
Oh, it is excellent! replied the minister
As if in the act of holding something up
So now the emperor walked under his high canopy
The two rogues
Tailpiece
The emperor s daughter
All cares and sorrows were forgotten by him who inhaled its fragrance
And he wept like a child
Ach! du lieber Augustin
Up flew the trunk
The son lived merrily
He met a nurse
Will you tell us a story? asked the queen
But let it make us laugh, said the king
Their slippers flew about their ears
And thus the frog won the princess
The old councillor
Say nothing for the present, remarked the king
It may not be perfectly true
The shepherdess and the chimney-sweeper
Heading
Tailpiece
The poor duckling was scorned by all
He came to a large moor
And the cat said, Can you purr?
And every one said, The new one is the best
Beware of him, dear child!
T HE E ND
LIST OF COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS
The bud opened into a full-blown flower, in the middle of which lay a beautiful child
She stood at the door and begged for a piece of barley-corn
Yes! I will go with thee, said Tommelise, and she seated herself on the bird s back
The swing moves and the bubbles fly upward with bright ever-changing colours
He did not come to woo her, he said, he had only come to hear the wisdom of the princess
Round and round they went, such whirling and twirling
She put the statue in her garden
With the rest of the children of air, soared high above the rosy cloud
We will bring him two little ones, a brother and a sister
Then began the nightingale to sing
The peasant s wife sat on Sundays at the door of her cottage reading her hymn-book
Princesses he found in plenty, but whether they were real princesses it was impossible for him to decide
She sat down one day and made out of some old pieces of red cloth a pair of little shoes
The Swineherd scolded and the rain poured down
She sat the live-long day upon the roof of her palace, expecting him
He jumped down from the old man s lap and danced around him on the floor
SHE UNDERSTOOD THE SPEECH OF BIRDS
THE MARSH KING S DAUGHTER
THE storks tell their young ones ever so many fairy tales, all of them from the fen and the moss. Generally the tales are suited to the youngsters age and understanding. The baby birds are pleased if they are told just kribly, krably, plurry-murry! which they think wonderful; but the older ones will have something with more sense in it, or, at the least, a tale about themselves. Of the two oldest and longest tales which have been told among the storks, one we all know-that about Moses, who was placed by his mother in an ark on the waters of the Nile, was found by the king s daughter, and then was taught all learning, and became a great man, and no one knows where he was buried. Everybody has heard that tale.
But the other story is not known at all even now; perhaps because it is really a chimney-corner tale. It has been handed down by mother-stork to mother-stork for hundreds of years, and each in turn has told it better, till now we are telling it best of all.
The first pair of storks who knew it had their summer quarters on a Viking s log-house by the moor in Wendsyssel, which is in the county of Hj rring, near Skagen in Jutland, if we want to be accurate. To this day there is still an enormous great moss there. You can read all about it in your geography book. The moss lies where was once the bottom of the sea, before the great upheaval of the land; and now it stretches for miles, surrounded on all sides by watery meadows and quivering bog, with turf-moss cloudberries and stunted trees growing. A fog hangs over it almost continually, and till about seventy years ago wolves were still found there. It may certainly be called a wild moor, and you can imagine what lack of paths and what abundance of swamp and sea was there thousands of years ago. In that waste man saw ages back just what he sees to-day. The reeds were just as high, with the same kind of long leaves and purplish-brown, feathery flowers as they have now; the birches stood with white bark and fine, loose-hung leaves just as they now stand; and for the living creatures that came there, why, the fly wore its gauze suit of just the same cut as now, and the colour of the stork s dress was white and black, with red stockings. On the other hand, the men of that time wore different clothes from those we wear. But whoever it was, poor peasant or free hunter, that trod on the quagmire, it happened thousands of years ago just as it does to-day-in he went and down he sank, down to the Marsh King, as they called him, who reigned beneath in the great Moss Kingdom. He was called also the Mire King, but we will call him by the stork s name for him-Marsh King. People know very little about how he governed, but perhaps that is just as well.
Near to the moss, and right in the Liim Fjord, stood the Viking s log-house, with paved cellar and tower two storeys high. On the roof the storks had built their nest. Mother-stork sat on her eggs, and was positive they would turn out well.
One evening father-stork had been out for a long time, and when he came home he seemed excited and flurried.
I ve dreadful news for you! he said to mother-stork.
Don t get excited, said she. Remember I m sitting on my eggs, and I might be upset by it, and then the eggs would suffer.
You must know it! he answered. She has come here, our landlord s daughter in Egypt! She has ventured on the journey here, and she is lost!
Why, she is of fairy descent! Tell me all about it; you know I can t bear to wait at this time, when I m sitting.
Listen, mother. It s as you told me. She has believed what the doctor said, that the moor-flowers here could do her sick father good, and so she has flown here in a feather-dress with the other winged princesses, who have to come to the north every year to bathe and renew their youth. She has come, and she is lost!
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