Story Telling, what to Tell and how to Tell itA. C. McClurg, 1910 - 229 páginas |
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adventure asked asleep Avdyeeich ballads bamboo beautiful Beowulf bird Brynhild cattle Chanson de Roland character child Condense cottage cried crocodiles cycle of stories dance door Dryad Echo-dwarf epic fairy fairy tales father feel flowers Frithjof and Roland garden give grew happy hare head hear heard heart hero stories hill-side Inaba interest KAA'S HUNTING King Arthur kissed knew Knights lady listen literature little Ida lived looked MACLEOD MARSHALL Martin material merry monk mother mountain Nibelungenlied Norse Odyssey Ogier the Dane Old Pipes old woman opened PALMER play poems RADFORD RAGOZIN reading aloud Robert the Bruce Robin Hood rock romance round Rustem saga Sigurd song sparrow spirit Stepanuich Stories of Roland story teller story-hour thee thing thou thought tion told took tree turned Ulysses voice Volsunga Saga window younger
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Página 192 - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honor his own word as if his God's, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her...
Página 39 - Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss; but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth...
Página 38 - Whosoever cometh to me, and heareth my sayings, and doeth them, I will shew you to whom he is like. 48 He is like a man which built an house, and digged deep, and laid the foundation on a rock : and when the flood arose, the stream beat vehemently upon that house, and could not shake it : for it was founded upon a rock.
Página 15 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
Página 116 - One afternoon, at the end of the month, when Old Pipes had finished his piping, he took his stout staff and went down the hill to the village to receive the money for his month's work. The path seemed a great deal steeper and more difficult than it used to be; and Old Pipes thought that it must have been washed by the rains and greatly damaged. He remembered it as a path that was quite easy to traverse either up or down. But Old Pipes had been a very active man, and as his mother was so much older...
Página 37 - These words made the heart of Avdyeeich burn within him, and he went the same day and bought for himself a New Testament printed in very large type, and began to read. Avdyeeich set out with the determination to read it only on holidays; but as he read, it did his heart so much good that he took to reading it every day. And the second time he read until all the kerosene in the lamp had burnt itself Out, and for all that he could not tear himself away from the book. And so it was every evening. And...
Página 132 - The pleasant sounds went down the valley and up the hills and mountain, but, to the great surprise of some persons who happened to notice the fact, the notes were not echoed back from the rocky hill-side, but from the woods on the side of the valley on which Old Pipes lived. The next day many of the villagers stopped in their work to listen to the echo of the pipes coming from the woods. The sound was not as clear and strong as it used to be when it was sent back from the rocky hill-side, but it...
Página 122 - Pipes asleep in his chair, she slipped the little bag into his coat-pocket, and silently sped away. The next day Old Pipes told his mother that he would go up the mountain and cut some wood. He had a right to get wood from the mountain, but for a long time he had been content to pick up the dead branches which lay about his cottage. To-day, however, he felt so strong and vigorous that he thought he would go and cut some fuel that would be better than this. He worked all the morning, and when he came...
Página 120 - I wish you would take this little bag of money to the Chief Villager, and tell him that Old Pipes cannot receive pay for the services which he does not perform. It is now more than a year that I have not been able to make the cattle hear me when I piped to call them home. I did not know this until to-night, but now that I know it I cannot keep the money, and so I send it back.
Página 192 - Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign. The King will follow Christ, and we the King In whom high God hath breathed a secret thing. Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.