The Princess and the Pea
by Hans Christian Andersen Illustrated by Edmund Dulac There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so...
Posted on Apr 23, 2013
A Bible Story
Illustrated by Milo Winter
When your mother has company how does she what you to behave? She wants you to be polite and treat the guests kindly, doesn’t she? When we have company we do all sorts of nice things to make them happy. Would you like to hear a story about a king who invited company to his country? He was the king of Egypt. His guests were the Hebrew people. The king told...
The Finding of Moses
Posted on Mar 16, 2011
Happy Birthday to Illustrator, T. Kyle Gentry! – 3/19/2011
Earl, David G. Koala Koala, I’m Not A Bear, I’m A Koala. Ill. T. Kyle Gentry.
Koala Koala is not a bear; he’s a koala just a koala. However, when he meets his new teacher, who knows everything about everything, he must prove that he is not a koala bear. This proves to be a frustrating and demanding task when his classmates...
March Picks
Posted on Feb 26, 2011
Pick of the Week: 2/28/2011
Tresselt, Alvin. White Snow, Bright Snow. Ill. Roger Duvoisin.
When the first flakes fell from the grey sky, the postman and the farmer and the policeman and his wife scurried about doing all the practical things grownups do when a snowstorm comes. But the children laughed and danced, and caught the lacy snowflakes on thier tongues.
All the wonder and delight a child feels in a...
February Picks
Posted on Jan 31, 2011
Pick of the Week: 1/31/2011
Ehlert, Lois. Snowballs.
Pull on your mittens and head outside for a snowball day. Grab some snow and start rolling. With a few found objects–like buttons and fabric and seeds–and a little imagination, you can create a whole family out of snow. Children will love poring over Lois Ehlert’s bold, funny illustrations and identifying the common (and not so common)...
January Picks
Posted on Jan 17, 2011
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The...
The Sleeper
Posted on Jan 17, 2011
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
AH, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!—a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?—weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read—the funeral song be sung!—
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so...
Lenore
Posted on Jan 17, 2011
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
There are some qualities—some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore—
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass...
Sonnet—Silence
Posted on Jan 17, 2011
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that...
Annabel Lee
Posted on Jan 17, 2011
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
‘’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing...
The Raven
Posted on Jan 17, 2011
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
THOU wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”—but o’er the Past
(Dim...
To One in Paradise