Books with author Robert 1812-1889 Browning

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This carefully crafted ebook: "The Pied Piper of Hamelin (Complete Edition)" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. The Pied Piper of Hamelin is the subject of a legend concerning the disappearance or death of a great number of kids from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in multicolored ("pied") clothing, leading the kids away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizens refuse to pay for this service, he retaliates by turning his power that he put in his instrument on their children, leading them away as he had the rats. This version of the story spread as folklore and has also appeared in the writings of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the Brothers Grimm and Robert Browning, among others. Using the Verstegan/Wanley version of the tale and adopting the 1376 date, Browning's verse retelling is notable for its humor, wordplay, and jingling rhymes. Robert Browning (1812–1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, and in particular the dramatic monologue, made him one of the foremost Victorian poets. His poems are known for their irony, characterization, dark humor, social commentary, historical settings, and challenging vocabulary and syntax. The speakers in his poems are often musicians or painters whose work functions as a metaphor for poetry. This carefully crafted ebook: "The Pied Piper of Hamelin (Complete Edition)" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. The Pied Piper of Hamelin is the subject of a legend concerning the disappearance or death of a great number of kids from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany, in the Middle Ages.

This carefully crafted ebook: "The Pied Piper of Hamelin (Illustrated Edition)” is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents.The Pied Piper of Hamelin is the subject of a legend concerning the disappearance or death of a great number of kids from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in multicolored ("pied") clothing, leading the kids away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizens refuse to pay for this service, he retaliates by turning his power that he put in his instrument on their children, leading them away as he had the rats. This version of the story spread as folklore and has also appeared in the writings of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the Brothers Grimm and Robert Browning, among others. Using the Verstegan/Wanley version of the tale and adopting the 1376 date, Browning's verse retelling is notable for its humor, wordplay, and jingling rhymes.Robert Browning (1812-1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, and in particular the dramatic monologue, made him one of the foremost Victorian poets. His poems are known for their irony, characterization, dark humor, social commentary, historical settings, and challenging vocabulary and syntax. The speakers in his poems are often musicians or painters whose work functions as a metaphor for poetry.

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"The Pied Piper of Hamelin" is the subject of a legend concerning the disappearance or death of a great number of kids from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in multicolored ("pied") clothing, leading the kids away from the town never to return. In the 16th century the story was expanded into a full narrative, in which the piper is a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizens refuse to pay for this service, he retaliates by turning his power that he put in his instrument on their children, leading them away as he had the rats. This version of the story spread as folklore and has also appeared in the writings of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the Brothers Grimm and Robert Browning, among others. Using the Verstegan/Wanley version of the tale and adopting the 1376 date, Browning's verse retelling is notable for its humor, wordplay, and jingling rhymes.Robert Browning (1812-1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, and in particular the dramatic monologue, made him one of the foremost Victorian poets. His poems are known for their irony, characterization, dark humor, social commentary, historical settings, and challenging vocabulary and syntax. The speakers in his poems are often musicians or painters whose work functions as a metaphor for poetry.

In 1284, while the town of Hamelin was suffering from a rat infestation, a piper dressed in multicolored clothing appeared, claiming to be a rat-catcher. He promised the mayor a solution to their problem with the rats. The mayor in turn promised to pay him for the removal of the rats. (According to some versions of the story, the promised sum was 1000 guilders.) The piper accepted and played his pipe to lure the rats into the Weser River, where all but one drowned.

Hamelin Town 'a in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The liver Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot yon never spied; But. when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin was a pity. Rats!They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,And ate the cheeses out of the vats,And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats.Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,And even spoiled the women's chats,By drowning their speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and fiats.At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ^ "'Tis clear," cried they "our Mayor's a noddy; , And as for our Corporation—shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ennine >'l For dolts that can't or won't determineWhat s best to rid us of our vermin! , Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking -1 To find the remedy we're lacking, "~> Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" O At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.An hour they sate in council,At length the Mayor broke silence:"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell; •I wish I were a mile hence!It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—I'm sure my poor head aches againI've scratched it so, and all in vain.Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"Just as he said this, what should hapAt the chamber door but a gentle tap?"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that,Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?Anything like the sound oi a ratMakes my heart go pit-a-pat!""Come in !"—the Mayor cried, looking bigger;And in did come the strangest figure;His queer, long coat from heel to headWas half of yellow and half of red;And he himself was tall and thin,With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,But lips where smiles went out and inThere was no guessing his kith and kin!He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able,By means of a secret charm, to drawAll creatures living beneath the sun,That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,After me so as you never saw!And I chiefly use my charmOn creatures that do people harm,The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper:And people call me the Pied Piper."(And here they noticed round his neckA scarf of red and yellow stripe,To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;And at the scarfs end hung a pipe;And his fingers, they noticed, were everstraying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats; And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? Fifty thousand 1" was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.Into the street the Piper stept,Smiling first a little smile,As if he knew what raagio sleptIn his quiet pipe the while;Then, like a musical adept,To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkledLike a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,You heard as if an army muttered;And the muttering grew to a grumbling;And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,Families by tens and dozens,Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—Followed the Piper for their lives,From street to street he piped, advancing,And step by step tbey followed, dancing.Until they came to the river WeserWherein all plunged and perished.

Hamelin Town 'a in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The liver Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot yon never spied; But. when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin was a pity. Rats!They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,And ate the cheeses out of the vats,And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats.Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,And even spoiled the women's chats,By drowning their speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and fiats.At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ^ "'Tis clear," cried they "our Mayor's a noddy; , And as for our Corporation—shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ennine >'l For dolts that can't or won't determineWhat s best to rid us of our vermin! , Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking -1 To find the remedy we're lacking, "~> Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" O At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.An hour they sate in council,At length the Mayor broke silence:"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell; •I wish I were a mile hence!It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—I'm sure my poor head aches againI've scratched it so, and all in vain.Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"Just as he said this, what should hapAt the chamber door but a gentle tap?"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that,Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?Anything like the sound oi a ratMakes my heart go pit-a-pat!""Come in !"—the Mayor cried, looking bigger;And in did come the strangest figure;His queer, long coat from heel to headWas half of yellow and half of red;And he himself was tall and thin,With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,But lips where smiles went out and inThere was no guessing his kith and kin!He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able,By means of a secret charm, to drawAll creatures living beneath the sun,That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,After me so as you never saw!And I chiefly use my charmOn creatures that do people harm,The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper:And people call me the Pied Piper."(And here they noticed round his neckA scarf of red and yellow stripe,To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;And at the scarfs end hung a pipe;And his fingers, they noticed, were everstraying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats; And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? Fifty thousand 1" was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.Into the street the Piper stept,Smiling first a little smile,As if he knew what raagio sleptIn his quiet pipe the while;Then, like a musical adept,To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkledLike a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,You heard as if an army muttered;And the muttering grew to a grumbling;And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,Families by tens and dozens,Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—Followed the Piper for their lives,From street to street he piped, advancing,And step by step tbey followed, dancing.Until they came to the river WeserWherein all plunged and perished.

Hamelin Town 'a in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The liver Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot yon never spied; But. when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin was a pity. Rats!They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,And ate the cheeses out of the vats,And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats.Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,And even spoiled the women's chats,By drowning their speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and fiats.At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ^ "'Tis clear," cried they "our Mayor's a noddy; , And as for our Corporation—shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ennine >'l For dolts that can't or won't determineWhat s best to rid us of our vermin! , Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking -1 To find the remedy we're lacking, "~> Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" O At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.An hour they sate in council,At length the Mayor broke silence:"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell; •I wish I were a mile hence!It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—I'm sure my poor head aches againI've scratched it so, and all in vain.Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"Just as he said this, what should hapAt the chamber door but a gentle tap?"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that,Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?Anything like the sound oi a ratMakes my heart go pit-a-pat!""Come in !"—the Mayor cried, looking bigger;And in did come the strangest figure;His queer, long coat from heel to headWas half of yellow and half of red;And he himself was tall and thin,With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,But lips where smiles went out and inThere was no guessing his kith and kin!He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able,By means of a secret charm, to drawAll creatures living beneath the sun,That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,After me so as you never saw!And I chiefly use my charmOn creatures that do people harm,The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper:And people call me the Pied Piper."(And here they noticed round his neckA scarf of red and yellow stripe,To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;And at the scarfs end hung a pipe;And his fingers, they noticed, were everstraying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats; And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? Fifty thousand 1" was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.Into the street the Piper stept,Smiling first a little smile,As if he knew what raagio sleptIn his quiet pipe the while;Then, like a musical adept,To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkledLike a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,You heard as if an army muttered;And the muttering grew to a grumbling;And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,Families by tens and dozens,Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—Followed the Piper for their lives,From street to street he piped, advancing,And step by step tbey followed, dancing.Until they came to the river WeserWherein all plunged and perished.