THE MAGIC FLUTE : WITH COLOUR PICTURES
Book Details
Author(s)Peter G. Thompson
PublisherAAA
ISBN / ASINB007OWOMU6
ISBN-13978B007OWOMU5
MarketplaceFrance 🇫🇷
Description
THE CHILDREN'S PICTURE BOOK.
THE MAGIC FLUTE
WITH COLOUR PICTURES
Once upon a time there was a handsome young prince named Tamino ; he grew very tired of the life at his father's court, for all was at peace in the neighborhood, and there was no chance for him to display his knightly courage. Therefore, Prince Tamino went upon a journey of adventure all by himself, not desiring any followers. After he had traveled through many foreign countries, fighting bravely whenever there was cause for it, he at last came to Egypt. As soon as he saw this wonderful land, he was so delighted, that he could do nothing but gaze around him. One evening his curiosity led him into a magnificent forest, where not only the trees bloomed, but the whole earth was covered with fragrant flowers. But suddenly an enormous snake arose out of the blooming grass and came towards him so quickly that his heart, otherwise so brave, now faltered. Quickly he drew his sword ; but his hand trembled for the first time in his life, when he saw the pointed head with the poisonous tongue and the wicked eyes directly before him. He became sick ; the sword fell from his hand; he sank fainting to the ground and thought himself lost. But at that instant a huntress, clad in black from top to toe, hastened from between the trees. Her lance, swinging high in the air, struck the monster so accurately, that it dropped dead at her feet, and the huntress, after casting a curious glance at the unconscious prince, vanished as quickly as she had appeared.
Soon after, Prince Tamino recovered his senses ; but when he looked around, he thought he must be dreaming, for but a few steps away from him lay the spotted serpent, and beside it stood a form more marvelous than he had ever in his life seen. It seemed to be a human being, who also looked like a bird, for from head to foot he was covered with bright-colored bird's feathers, which shook whenever he moved, but still did not fall off. Even his shoes were covered with many, many little feathers. Only his knees and arms were bare. A large wooden bird-cage, inside of which a great multitude of little birds hopped up and down and twittered, hung on his back by a belt of golden yellow; but on his head he wore a polished hoop, from which arose plumes of every color. From under these feathers, however, a human face, so joyous, round and rosy, looked down upon Tamino, that he was forced to smile back at the merry twinkling eyes, whether he would or not.
Now the prince arose and asked quickly, pointing to the snake: " Who slew this monster.?'' " I ! " said the feathery being, with much importance, and all the feathers on his body swelled. " You? but you carry no weapons with you? Who are you, what is your name, and whence do you come?" "Weapons," repeated the feathery one, somewhat taken aback, but he quickly resumed his lying: "There lies your sword; I killed the serpent with that. My name?—Papegeno!" He turned upon one leg like a whirlwind, which made all the feathers fly and the birds in the cage scream, while he himself sang lovely:
THE MAGIC FLUTE
WITH COLOUR PICTURES
Once upon a time there was a handsome young prince named Tamino ; he grew very tired of the life at his father's court, for all was at peace in the neighborhood, and there was no chance for him to display his knightly courage. Therefore, Prince Tamino went upon a journey of adventure all by himself, not desiring any followers. After he had traveled through many foreign countries, fighting bravely whenever there was cause for it, he at last came to Egypt. As soon as he saw this wonderful land, he was so delighted, that he could do nothing but gaze around him. One evening his curiosity led him into a magnificent forest, where not only the trees bloomed, but the whole earth was covered with fragrant flowers. But suddenly an enormous snake arose out of the blooming grass and came towards him so quickly that his heart, otherwise so brave, now faltered. Quickly he drew his sword ; but his hand trembled for the first time in his life, when he saw the pointed head with the poisonous tongue and the wicked eyes directly before him. He became sick ; the sword fell from his hand; he sank fainting to the ground and thought himself lost. But at that instant a huntress, clad in black from top to toe, hastened from between the trees. Her lance, swinging high in the air, struck the monster so accurately, that it dropped dead at her feet, and the huntress, after casting a curious glance at the unconscious prince, vanished as quickly as she had appeared.
Soon after, Prince Tamino recovered his senses ; but when he looked around, he thought he must be dreaming, for but a few steps away from him lay the spotted serpent, and beside it stood a form more marvelous than he had ever in his life seen. It seemed to be a human being, who also looked like a bird, for from head to foot he was covered with bright-colored bird's feathers, which shook whenever he moved, but still did not fall off. Even his shoes were covered with many, many little feathers. Only his knees and arms were bare. A large wooden bird-cage, inside of which a great multitude of little birds hopped up and down and twittered, hung on his back by a belt of golden yellow; but on his head he wore a polished hoop, from which arose plumes of every color. From under these feathers, however, a human face, so joyous, round and rosy, looked down upon Tamino, that he was forced to smile back at the merry twinkling eyes, whether he would or not.
Now the prince arose and asked quickly, pointing to the snake: " Who slew this monster.?'' " I ! " said the feathery being, with much importance, and all the feathers on his body swelled. " You? but you carry no weapons with you? Who are you, what is your name, and whence do you come?" "Weapons," repeated the feathery one, somewhat taken aback, but he quickly resumed his lying: "There lies your sword; I killed the serpent with that. My name?—Papegeno!" He turned upon one leg like a whirlwind, which made all the feathers fly and the birds in the cage scream, while he himself sang lovely:
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