The Boy and the Nettles by Aesop
A Boy, stung by a Nettle, ran home crying, to get his mother to blow on the hurt and kiss it. “Son,” said the Boy’s mother, when she had comforted him, “the …
A Boy, stung by a Nettle, ran home crying, to get his mother to blow on the hurt and kiss it. “Son,” said the Boy’s mother, when she had comforted him, “the …
A Boy was given permission to put his hand into a pitcher to get some filberts. But he took such a great fistful that he could not draw his hand out again. …
Close to the corner of a street, among other abodes of poverty, stood an exceedingly tall, narrow house, which had been so knocked about by time that it seemed out of joint …
Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, my little master, three bags full; One for my master and one for his dame, And one for the little boy that lives …
In Scotland, in the time of King Robert Bruce, there lived a brave man whose name was Douglas. His hair and beard were black and long, and his face was tanned and …
Our scene is laid in Northern Jutland, in the so-called “wild moor.” We hear what is called the “Wester-wow-wow”—the peculiar roar of the North Sea as it breaks against the western coast …