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“We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be. But there is one thing much more necessary.'What is that, grandmother?'To understand other people.'Yes, grandmother. I must be fair - for if I'm not fair to other people, I'm not worth being understood myself. I see.” ― George MacDonald, The Princess and the Goblin
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by
Published 1872
Republished 2018
Caramna Corporation
1.
Why the Princess Has a Story About Her
2.
The Princess Loses Herself
3.
The Princess and—We Shall See Who
4.
What the Nurse Thought of It
5.
The Princess Lets Well Alone
6.
The Little Miner
7.
The Mines
8.
The Goblins
9.
The Hall of the Goblin Palace
10.
The Princess's King-Papa
11.
The Old Lady's Bedroom
12.
A Short Chapter About Curdie
13.
The Cobs' Creatures
14.
That Night Week
15.
Woven and then Spun
16.
The Ring
17.
Springtime
18.
Curdie's Clue
19.
Goblin Counsels
20.
Irene's Clue
21.
The Escape
22.
The Old Lady and Curdie
23.
Curdie and His Mother
24.
Irene Behaves Like a Princess
25.
Curdie Comes to Grief
26.
The Goblin-Miners
27.
The Goblins in the King's House
28.
Curdie's Guide
29.
Masonwork
30.
The King and the Kiss
31.
The Subterranean Waters
32.
The Last Chapter
There was once a little princess whose father was king over a great country full of mountains and valleys. His palace was built upon one of the mountains, and was very grand and beautiful. The princess, whose name was Irene, was born there, but she was sent soon after her birth, because her mother was not very strong, to be brought up by country people in a large house, half castle, half farmhouse, on the side of another mountain, about half-way between its base and its peak.
The princess was a sweet little creature, and at the time my story begins was about eight years old, I think, but she got older very fast. Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue. Those eyes you would have thought must have known they came from there, so often were they turned up in that direction. The ceiling of her nursery was blue, with stars in it, as like the sky as they could make it. But I doubt if ever she saw the real sky with the stars in it, for a reason which I had better mention at once.
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!