The Fisherman and the Jinn-illustration

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Illustrated Das Rhinegold-lorelei

Alberich spies on the Rhine maidens- Act I April,26,2012

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The Nights-Tale of Two Brothers -illustration

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Gingerbread Man-illustration

“Presto! The Gingerbread Boy made a leap and said, ‘The world is my stage. It is time I made a run for it.’ “ posted in the story ‘Gingerbread Man Retold’-benny

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The Golden Goose retold-illustrated

The Golden Goose © Simpleton was not expected to amount to much so in the family he was least cared for. His father a woodcutter wanted his children to follow his footsteps. Dow the eldest was as sturdy as his father and Bo was of middling abilities but his brawn was as good as his [...]

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Billy Beg and His Bull retold-illustrated

Billy Beg and His Bull © Long, long ago there was a kingdom that spread about the valley of Cork in Ireland. It was so fertile that the beeves grazing there were fat, – it must have been the grass that fed on milk and honey, and they certainly made the king very wealthy. The [...]

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A Good Friday Poem-illustrated

No Firstborn Ever Spoke Thus 1. Where, where have you been, son? Your supper lay untouched for all to see; The sitting down to sup was fit For feast unto the dead. Do you not think we care? ‘Mother, you are easily moved to care But stronger than hunger you made me.’ No firstborn ever [...]

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The Gingerbread Man retold-illustrated

The Gingerbread Man © The old couple knew they had a winner with the second try. They had made a cookie out of gingerbread and it came out perfect from the oven. The mold was in the shape of a boy and this time the form was crisp and fine. It brought smile to their [...]

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How Paris Got the River Seine flowing

The river Seine is the jewel in the crown of the City of Paris. It starts somewhere in Burgundy and flows towards English Channel. With all the might of its flow there was a time the river before it reached the sea lost all its force and dribbled into a mist. The tributaries like l’Aube, [...]

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Outcasts in Cribs

The day of washing. The babe’s eyes still unopened With smell of womb crack’d: Taste of mother’s innermost Kiss of life,- honey and milk in gel That no angels in heaven May ever salivate or taste, Shall no more cling anon. Anointed was its dream Of the whole universe, Felt the midwife’s scrub And howled [...]

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