{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_23521/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_23521","id":"gutenberg_23521","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/23521","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Poetry","Children's Picture Books","Fairy tales","Nursery rhymes"],"text":"E-text prepared by Janet Blenkinship and the Project Gutenberg Online\nDistributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) from digital material\ngenerously made available by Internet Archive/American Libraries\n(http://www.archive.org/details/americana)\n\n\n\nNote: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this\n      file which includes the original lovely illustrations.\n      See 23521-h.htm or 23521-h.zip:\n      (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/5/2/23521/23521-h/23521-h.htm)\n      or\n      (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/5/2/23521/23521-h.zip)\n\n\n      Images of the original pages are available through\n      Internet Archive/American Libraries. See\n      http://www.archive.org/details/sleepingbeautypi00cran\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE SLEEPING BEAUTY PICTURE BOOK\n\nContaining\n\nThe Sleeping Beauty; Bluebeard;\nThe Baby's Own Alaphabet:\n\nWith the Original Coloured Designs by Walter Crane\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\nDodd, Mead and Company\nNew York\n\n\n\n\nTHE SLEEPING BEAUTY.\n\n\nLong, long ago, in ancient times, there lived a King and Queen,\nAnd for the blessing of a child their longing sore had been:\nAt last, a little daughter fair, to their great joy, was given,\nAnd to the christening feast they made, they bade the Fairies seven--\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe Fairies seven, who loved the land--that they the child\n  might bless.\nYet one old Fairy they left out, in pure forgetfulness.\nAnd at the feast, the dishes fair were of the reddest gold;\nBut when the Fairy came, not one for her, so bad and old,\nAngry was she, because her place and dish had been forgot,\nAnd angry things she muttered long, and kept her anger hot.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nUntil the Fairy godmothers their gifts and wishes gave:\nShe waited long to spoil the gifts, and her revenge to have.\nOne gave the Princess goodness, and one gave her beauty rare;\nOne gave her sweetest singing voice; one, gracious mien and air;\nOne, skill in dancing; one, all cleverness; and then the crone\nCame forth, and muttered, angry still, and good gift gave she none;\n\n[Illustration]\n\nBut said, that in the future years the Princess young should die,\nBy pricking of a spindle-point--ah, woeful prophecy!\nBut now, a kind young Fairy, who had waited to the last,\nStepped forth, and said, \"No, she shall sleep till a hundred years\n  are past;\nAnd then she shall be wakened by a King's son--truth I tell--\nAnd he will take her for his wife, and all will yet be well.\"\n\nIn vain in all her father's Court the spinning-wheel's forbid\nIn vain in all the country-side the spindles sharp are hid;\nFor in a lonely turret high, and up a winding stair,\nThere lives an ancient woman who still turns her wheel with care.\nThe Princess found her out one day, and tried to learn to spin;\nAlas! the spindle pricked her hand--the charm had entered in!\n\nAnd down she falls in death-like sleep: they lay her on her bed,\nAnd all around her sink to rest--a palace of the dead!\nA hundred years pass--still they sleep, and all around the place\nA wood of thorns has risen up--no path a man can trace.\nAt last, a King's son, in the hunt, asked how long it had stood,\nAnd what old towers were those he saw above the ancient wood.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nAn aged peasant told of an enchanted palace, where\nA sleeping King and Court lay hid, and sleeping Princess fair.\nThrough the thick wood, that gave him way, and past the thorns that drew\nTheir sharpest points another way, the King's son presses through.\nHe reached the guard, the court, the hall,--and there, where'er he\n  stept,\nHe saw the sentinels, and grooms, and courtiers as they slept.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nLadies in act to smile, and pages in attendance wait;\nThe horses slept within their stalls, the dogs about the gate.\nThe King's son presses on, into an inner chamber fair,\nAnd sees, laid on a silken bed, a lovely lady there;\nSo sweet a face, so fair--was never beauty such as this;\nHe stands--he stoops to gaze--he kneels--he wakes her with a kiss.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nHe leads her forth: the magic sleep of all the Court is o'er,--\nThey wake, they move, they talk, they laugh, just as they did of yore\nA hundred years ago. The King and Queen awake, and tell\nHow all has happed, rejoicing much that all has ended well.\nThey hold the wedding that same day, with mirth and feasting good--\nThe wedding of the Prince and Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.\n\n\n    *       *       *       *       *\n\n\nAa\n\n[Illustration]\n\nAs I was going up Pippin Hill\n    Pippin hill was dirty.\nThere I met a pretty miss,\n    And she dropped me a curtsy.\n\nBb\n\n[Illustration]\n\nBoys and girls come out to play.\nThe moon doth shine as bright as day:\nCome with a whoop, come with a call,\nCome with a good will, or not at all.\n\nCc\n\n[Illustration]\n\nCuckoo, cherry tree\nCome down & tell me\nHow many years\nI have to live!\n\nDd\n\n[Illustration]\n\nDing, dong, bell,\nPussy's in the well.\nWho put her in?\nNaughty Johnny Green.\nWho pulled her out?\nLittle Tommy Trout.\n\nEe\n\n[Illustration]\n\nEarly to bed, and early to rise,\nIs the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.\n\nFf\n\n[Illustration]\n\nFor every evil under the sun\n    There is a remedy, or there is none.\nIf there be one, try and find it;\n    If there be none, never mind it.\n\nGg\n\n[Illustration]\n\nGreat A, little A; Bouncing B;\nThe cat's in the cupboard.\nAnd she can't see me.\n\nHh\n\n[Illustration]\n\nHark! hark! the dogs do bark,\nThe Beggars are coming to town.\nSome in rags & some in jag's\nAnd some in velvet gowns.\n\nIi\n\n[Illustration]\n\nI had a little pony\nThey called it Dapple Gray,\nI lent it to a lady\nTo ride a mile away.\nShe whipped it, she slashed it,\nShe drove it through the mire.\nI will not lend my pony more,\nFor all the ladies' hire.\n\nJj\n\n[Illustration]\n\nJohn Smith, fellow fine,\nCan you shoe this horse o' mine?\nYes, indeed, and that I can\nAs well as any man!\nThere's a nail upon the tae, &c\nTo make the powny speel the brae;\nThere's a nail and there's a brod\n             --a horse weel shod.\n\nKk\n\n[Illustration]\n\nKing o' Katchem met a king\nIn a narrow lane;\nSays this king to that king\n\"Where have you been?\"\n\nOh, I've been a hunting\nWith my dog & my doe\nPray lend him to me,\nThat I may do so.\n\n\"There's the dog, TAKE the dog.\"\n\"What's the dog's name?\"\n\"I've told you already.\"\n\"Pray tell me again.\"\n\nLl\n\n[Illustration]\n\nLadybird, ladybird, fly away home,\nYour house is a-fire, your children all gone,\nAll but one that lies under a stone;\nFly the home, ladybird, ere it be gone!\n\nMm\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMultiplication is vexation,\nDivision is twice as bad;\nThe Rule of Three it puzzles me\nAnd Fractions drive me mad!\n\nNn\n\n[Illustration]\n\nNievie, nievie, nicknack,\nWhich hand will ye tak'?\nTak' the right, or tak' the wrong,\nI'll beguile ye, if I can.\n\nOo\n\n[Illustration]\n\nOh, Mother, I'm to be married\nTo Mr. Punchinello,\nTo Mr. Pun,\nTo Mr. Chin,\nTo Mr. Nel,\nTo Mr. Lo,\nMr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo\nTo Mr. Punchinello.\n\nPp\n\n[Illustration]\n\nPat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,\nPrick it and bake it as fast as you can.\nPrick it, and bake it, and mark it with B,\nAnd put it in the oven for baby and me.\n\nQq\n\n[Illustration]\n\nQueen of Hearts,\nShe made some tarts,\nAll on a summer's day.\nThe Knave of Hearts,\nHe stole the tarts,\nAnd took them all away.\n\nRr\n\n[Illustration]\n\nRain, rain,\nGo to Spain,\nAnd never come back again.\n\nSs\n\n[Illustration]\n\nSee, Saw, Margery Daw,\nSold her bed, and lay upon straw.\n\nTt\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThree children sliding on the ice,\nUpon a summer's day;\nAs it fell out they all fell in:\nThe rest they ran away.\n\nUu\n\n[Illustration]\n\nUphill spare me,\nDownhill 'ware me,\nOn level ground spare me not,\nAnd in the stable forget me not.\n\nVv\n\n[Illustration]\n\nVALENTINE\n\nThe rose is red; the Violet's blue\nThe pink is sweet; & so are you.\n\nWw\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"We'll go a-shooting,\" says Robin to Bobbin;\n\"We'll go a-shooting,\" says Richard to John.\n\"We'll go a-shooting,\" says John all alone;\n\"We'll go a-shooting,\" says every one.\n\nXx\n\n[Illustration]\n\nXMAS GIFTS.\n\nThe first day of Xmas\nMy mother sent to me\nA partridge in a pear tree.\n\nYy\n\n[Illustration]\n\nYULE DAYS.\n\nThe king sent his lady on the first Yule day,\nA papingo-aye\nWho learns my carol & carries it away?\n\nZz\n\n[Illustration]\n\nZOOLOGICAL GARDENS.\n\nWhere you shall go, too;\nBut it's through A B C that we get to the Zoo.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n    *       *       *       *       *\n\n\n_BLUEBEARD._\n\n\nOnce on a time there lived a man hated by all he knew,\nBoth that his ways were very bad, and that his beard was blue;\nBut as he was so rich and grand, and led a merry life,\nA lady he contrived at last to induce to be his wife.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nFor a month after the wedding they lived and had good cheer,\nAnd then said Bluebeard to his wife, \"I'll say good-bye, my dear;\nIndeed, it is but for six weeks that I shall be away,\nI beg that you'll invite your friends, and feast and dance and play;\nAnd all my property I'll leave confided to your care.\nHere are the keys of all my chests, there's plenty and to spare.\"\n\n\"But this small key belongs to one small room on the ground-floor,--\nAnd this you must not open, or you will repent it sore.\"\nAnd so he went; and all the friends came there from far and wide,\nAnd in her wealth the lady took much happiness and pride;\nBut in a while this kind of joy grew nearly satisfied.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nAnd oft she saw the closet door, and longed to look inside.\nAt last she could no more refrain, and turned the little key,\nAnd looked within, and fainted straight the horrid sight to see;\nFor there upon the floor was blood, and on the walls were wives,\nFor Bluebeard first had married them, then cut their throats\n  with knives.\n\nAnd this poor wife, distracted, picked the key up from the floor,\nAll stained with blood; and with much fear she shut and locked the door.\nShe tried in vain to clean the key and wash the stain away\nWith sand and soap,--it was no use. Bluebeard came back that day;\nAt once he asked her for the key,--he saw the bloody stain.--\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"_You have been in the closet once, and you shall go again!_\"\n\"O spare me, spare me! give me time, nor kill me hastily!\"\n\"You have a quarter of an hour,--then, madam, you must die!\"\n\"O sister Anne, go up, go up, and look out from the tower;\"\n\"I'm dead unless my brothers come in a quarter of an hour!\"\nAnd Anne looked once, and Anne looked twice, and nothing saw abroad,\nBut shining sun and growing grass, and dust upon the road.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Come down!\" cried Bluebeard, \"time is up!\" With many a sigh and moan,\nShe prayed him for a minute more; he shouted still, \"Come down!\"\n\"O sister Anne, look out, look out! and do you nothing see?\"\n\"At last I see our brothers two come riding hastily.\"\n\"Now spare me, Bluebeard,--spare thy wife!\" but as the words were said,\n\n[Illustration]\n\nAnd just as Bluebeard's cruel blade was descending on her head,\nIn rushed the brothers with their swords,--they cut the murderer down,\nAnd saved their sister's life, and gained much glory and renown;\nAnd then they all with gold and plate and jewels rare made free,\nAnd ever after lived content on Bluebeard's property.\n\n[Illustration]","title":"The Sleeping Beauty Picture Book","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":1927}