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Edmund Dulac  (1882-1953)  Illustrations


Stories from Hans Andersen,  by Hans Christian Andersen   (1805-1875).
New York & London:  Hodder & Stoughton,  1911.   (No visible notice of copyright.)

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Frontispiece: <br /><br />THE REAL PRINCESS<br /><br />"I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seem to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!"<br /><br /> . . . page 113

<br /><br />THE SNOW QUEEN<br /><br />"One day he was in a high state of delight because he had invented a mirror with this peculiarity, that every good and pretty thing reflected in it shrank away to almost nothing." <br /><br /> . . . p. 5

<br /><br />THE SNOW QUEEN<br /><br />"Many a winter's night she flies through the streets and peeps in at the windows, and then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful patterns like flowers."<br /><br /> . . . page 11

<br /><br />THE SNOW QUEEN<br /><br />"Then an old, old woman came out of the house; she was leaning upon a big, hooked stick, and she wore a big sun hat, which was covered with beautiful painted flowers."<br /><br /> . . . page 23

<br /><br />THE SNOW QUEEN<br /><br />"She has read all the newspapers in the world, and forgotten them again, so clever is she."<br /><br /> . . . page 37

<br /><br />THE SNOW QUEEN<br /><br />"'It is gold, it is gold!' they cried."<br /><br /> . . . page 51

<br /><br />THE SNOW QUEEN<br /><br />"The reindeer did not dare to stop. It ran on till it came to the bush with the red berries. There it put Gerda down, and kissed her on the mouth, while big shining tears trickled down its face. "<br /><br /> . . . page 63

<br /><br />THE SNOW QUEEN<br /><br />"The Snow Queen sat in the very middle of it when she sat at home."<br /><br /> . . . page 71

<br /><br />THE NIGHTINGALE<br /><br />"Among these trees lived a nightingale, which sang so deliciously, that even the poor fisherman, who had plenty of other things to do, lay still to listen to it, when he was out at night drawing in his nets."<br /><br /> . . . page 81

<br /><br />THE NIGHTINGALE<br /><br />"'Is it possible?' said the gentleman-in-waiting. <br /> 'I should never have thought it was like that. How common it looks. Seeing so many grand people must have frightened all its colours away.'"<br /><br /> . . . page 89

<br /><br />THE NIGHTINGALE<br /><br />"Then it again burst into its sweet heavenly song. <br /> 'That is the most delightful coquetting I have ever seen!' said the ladies, and they took some water into their mouths to try and make the same gurgling, thinking so to equal the nightingale."<br /><br /> . . . page 95

<br /><br />THE NIGHTINGALE<br /><br />"The music-master wrote five-and-twenty volumes about the artificial bird; the treatise was very long and written in all the most difficult Chinese characters."<br /><br /> . . . page 101

<br /><br />THE NIGHTINGALE<br /><br />"Even Death himself listened to the song and said, 'Go on, little nightingale, go on!'"<br /><br /> . . . page 109

<br /><br />THE GARDEN OF PARADISE<br /><br />"His grandmother had told him, when he was quite a little fellow and was about to begin his school life, that every flower in the Garden of Paradise was a delicious cake, and that the pistils were full of wine."<br /><br /> . . . page 117

<br /><br />THE GARDEN OF PARADISE<br /><br />"The eagle in the great forest flew swiftly, but the Eastwind flew more swiftly still."<br /><br /> . . . page 131

<br /><br />THE GARDEN OF PARADISE<br /><br />"The Fairy of the Garden now advanced to meet them; her garments shown like the sun, and her face beamed like that of a happy mother rejoicing over her child."<br /><br /> . . . page 139

<br /><br />THE GARDEN OF PARADISE<br /><br />"The Fairy dropped her shimmering garment, drew back the branches, and after a moment was hidden within their depths."<br /><br /> . . . page 147

<br /><br />THE MERMAID<br /><br />"The Merman King had been for many years a widower, but his old mother kept house for him; she was a clever woman, but so proud of her noble birth that she wore twelve oysters on her tail, while the other grandees were only allowed six."<br /><br /> . . . page 155

<br /><br />THE MERMAID<br /><br />"His limbs were numb, his beautiful eyes were closing, and he must have died if the little mermaid had not come to the rescue."<br /><br /> . . . page 169

<br /><br />THE MERMAID<br /><br />"But the little mermaid had no need to do this, for at the mere sight of the bright liquid which sparkled in her hand like a shining star, they drew back in terror."<br /><br /> . . . page 183

<br /><br />THE MERMAID<br /><br />"The prince asked who she was and how she came there; she looked at him tenderly with a sad expression in her dark blue eyes, but could not speak."<br /><br /> . . . page 189

<br /><br />THE MERMAID<br /><br />"Once more she looked at the prince, with her eyes already dimmed by death, then dashed overboard and fell, her body dissolving into foam."<br /><br /> . . . page 199

<br /><br />THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES<br /><br />"They pointed to the empty loom, and the poor old minister stared as hard as he could, but he could not see anything, for of course there was nothing to see."<br /><br /> . . . page 209

<br /><br />THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES<br /><br />"Then the emperor walked along in the procession under the gorgeous canopy, and everybody in the streets and at the windows exclaimed, 'How beautiful the Emperor's new clothes are!'"<br /><br /> . . . page 215

<br /><br />THE WIND'S TALE<br /><br />"She played upon the ringing lute, and sang to its tones."<br /><br /> . . . page 225

<br /><br />THE WIND'S TALE<br /><br />"I used to meet her in the garden, the ravine, and in the manor fields. She was always picking flowers and herbs, those she knew her father could use for healing drinks and potions."<br /><br /> . . . page 233

<br /><br />THE WIND'S TALE<br /><br />"He lifted it with a trembling hand and shouted with a trembling voice: 'Gold! gold!'"<br /><br /> . . . page 241

<br /><br />THE WIND'S TALE<br /><br />"Waldemar Daa hid it in his bosom, took his staff in his hand, and, with his three daughters, the once wealthy gentleman walked out of Borreby Hall for the last time."<br /><br /> . . . page 247

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