The Princess and Curdie"Curdie working at the mines at his father's side was growing up to be like any other miner's son. But the wonderful fairy godmother of Princess Irene needed his help. Therefore she called him to her and taught him to tell by the touch of his hand whether people were fine or base. Then she sent him to Gwyntystorm where the King and the Princess lived. There through his wonderful knowledge and the assistance of the great misshaped animal who guarded him, Curdie saved the life of the King, who was being slowly poisoned. His courage and wisdom also brought about the removal of the mean spirited officers from power, and order to the city of Gwyntystorm which had fallen into evil ways. This tale of the power of simple goodness and unwavering faith to overcome the power of evil, is one of unforgettable charm and beauty" -- |
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Page 89 - But this is something like the words of its song: The stars are spinning their threads, And the clouds are the dust that flies, And the suns are weaving them up For the time when the sleepers shall rise. The ocean in music rolls, And gems are turning to eyes, And the trees are gathering souls For the day when the sleepers shall rise. The weepers are learning to smile. And laughter to glean the sighs; Burn and bury the care and guile, For the day when the sleepers shall rise. Oh the dews and the moths...
Page 25 - There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others; in the one case it is a continuous dying, in the other a continuous resurrection . . . the child is not meant to die, but to be forever f reshborn.
Page 96 - Now here is what the rose-fire has done for you: it has made your hands so knowing and wise, it has brought your real hands so near the outside of your flesh-gloves, that you will henceforth be able to know at once the hand of a man who is growing into a beast...
Page 33 - Indeed by the situation of the stair, he must be a good way from the tower itself. But those who work well in the depths more easily understand the heights, for indeed in their true nature they are one and the same: mines are in mountains; and Curdie from knowing the ways of the king's mines, and being able to calculate his whereabouts in them, was now able to find his way about the king's house. He knew its outside perfectly, and now his business was to get his notion of the inside right with the...
Page 250 - They were bespattered with the dirt of their own neglect; they were soused in the stinking water that had boiled greens; they were smeared with rancid dripping; their faces were rubbed in maggots: I dare not tell all that was done to them.
Page 77 - Also, it is one thing what you or your father may think about me, and quite another what a foolish or bad man may see in me. For instance, if a thief were to come in here just now, he would think he saw the demon of the mine, all in green flames, come to protect her treasure, and would run like a hunted wild goat.
Page 304 - Irene and Curdie were married. The old king died, and they were king and queen. As long as they lived Gwyntystorm was a better city, and good people grew in it. But they had no children, and when they died the people chose a king.
Page 96 - They do not know it of course; for a beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast the less he knows it.