The Water-babies: A Fairy Tale for a Land-babyThomas Y. Crowell, 1895 - 330 páginas A Victorian tale in which Tom, a sooty little chimney sweep with a great longing to be clean, is stolen by fairies and turned into a water-baby. |
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... mothers round him , who was laying his hand upon the children's heads . That was a very pretty picture , Tom thought , to hang in a lady's room . For he could see that it was a lady's room by the dresses which lay about . The other ...
... mothers round him , who was laying his hand upon the children's heads . That was a very pretty picture , Tom thought , to hang in a lady's room . For he could see that it was a lady's room by the dresses which lay about . The other ...
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... mother of a family , and had seven little poults to wash and feed every day ; and that made her very practical , and a little sharp- tempered ; so all she answered was , " Kick - kick - kick go and catch spiders , go and catch spiders ...
... mother of a family , and had seven little poults to wash and feed every day ; and that made her very practical , and a little sharp- tempered ; so all she answered was , " Kick - kick - kick go and catch spiders , go and catch spiders ...
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... mother and child . Dank and foul , dank and foul , By the smoky town in its murky cowl ; Foul and dank , foul and dank , By wharf and sewer and slimy bank ; Darker and darker the farther I go , Baser and baser the richer I grow ; Who ...
... mother and child . Dank and foul , dank and foul , By the smoky town in its murky cowl ; Foul and dank , foul and dank , By wharf and sewer and slimy bank ; Darker and darker the farther I go , Baser and baser the richer I grow ; Who ...
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... . Undefiled , for the undefiled ; Play by me , bathe in me , mother and child . So Tom went down , and all the while he never saw the Irishwoman going down behind him . CHAPTER II . And is there care in heaven ? 36 THE WATER - BABIES .
... . Undefiled , for the undefiled ; Play by me , bathe in me , mother and child . So Tom went down , and all the while he never saw the Irishwoman going down behind him . CHAPTER II . And is there care in heaven ? 36 THE WATER - BABIES .
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... mother ; but he might have looked till Doomsday for them , for one was dead , and the other was in Botany Bay . And the little girl would not play with her dolls for a whole week , and never forgot poor A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND - BABY . 63.
... mother ; but he might have looked till Doomsday for them , for one was dead , and the other was in Botany Bay . And the little girl would not play with her dolls for a whole week , and never forgot poor A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND - BABY . 63.
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afraid asked babies backstairs beasts beautiful beautiful creature Bedonebyasyoudid began birch-rod birds bogies Brandan butterwort catch caught chimney chimney-sweep clean crag creatures cried crying dirty dovekies Epimetheus eyes fairy fancy fellow fish folks frightened Gairfowl gentleman gray grew Grimes grow Harthover head heard Hellebore hippopotamus hole Holothurian hundred Irishwoman jumped knew lady laughed legs little boys little children little dear little Ellie live lobster looked Mother Carey mouth nasty naughty never night nose once otter perhaps petrels point of rock poor little pretty professor rocks round salmon seen Shiny Wall Sir John sleep stone strange stream stupid sure swam sweet tail tell things thought told Tom longed Tom waited Tom's took trout truncheon turned ugly Vendale water-babies whales wings wonderful
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