Books with title Pied Piper of Hamelin: A Childs Story

This facsimile of Robert Browning's The Pied Piper of Hamelin, A Child’s Story is beautifully illustrated and colored by T. W. Craik and W. A. Craik. BlazeVOX presents for the first time this wonderful edition, originally created in 1959 as a gift by the illustrators to their young son. Robert Browning's poem captures the mysterious nature of the Piper legend and the resplendent, rich time period in which the tale took place, which has inspired many great illustrators such as Kate Greenaway, Arthur Rackham, Margaret Tarant, and Maxfield Parrish. The dramatic events that Browning recorded in 1842 marvelously unfold in the Craiks' illustrations. The pages have bold, imaginative drawings, deep lines, rich colors and fine (often idiosyncratic) details. From the pillaging rats to the gluttonous council members, every pen and brush stroke brings Browning's moral home. This work contains over 40 illustrated pages with hand lettering and includes a foreword by Roger Craik detailing this book’s creation by his parents. This unique book is intended for all ages. —————Thomas Wallace Craik was born in Warrington, Cheshire, in 1927, and educated at the Boteler Grammer School there, from which he won an Open Exhibition in French and English to Christ's College Cambridge, where he studied under F. R. Leavis and Enid Welsford. He taught English at Leicester University College (later Leicester University), Aberdeen, Dundee and Durham, where he was Professor of English from 1977 until his retirement in 1989. After The Tudor Interlude (1958) and The Comic Tales of Chaucer (1964) he devoted himself chiefly to the critical editing of the plays of Shakespeare and his contemporaries. Wendy Ann Craik was born in East Finchley, North London, in 1934, and evacuated to the countryside in World War Two. After receiving a Ph.D. at Leicester University College, supervised by Monica Jones, she worked as a schoolteacher before entering academia. She was Reader in English at Aberdeen University, and Professor of English at the Middle East Technical University in Ankara, and has written four books on the nineteenth century novel. Roger Craik was born in Leicester in 1956, and studied at the universities of Reading and Southampton. He teaches English at Kent State University, Ohio.

This facsimile of Robert Browning's The Pied Piper of Hamelin, A Child’s Story is beautifully illustrated and colored by T. W. Craik and W. A. Craik. BlazeVOX presents for the first time this wonderful edition, originally created in 1959 as a gift by the illustrators to their young son. Robert Browning's poem captures the mysterious nature of the Piper legend and the resplendent, rich time period in which the tale took place, which has inspired many great illustrators such as Kate Greenaway, Arthur Rackham, Margaret Tarant, and Maxfield Parrish. The dramatic events that Browning recorded in 1842 marvelously unfold in the Craiks' illustrations. The pages have bold, imaginative drawings, deep lines, rich colors and fine (often idiosyncratic) details. From the pillaging rats to the gluttonous council members, every pen and brush stroke brings Browning's moral home. This work contains over 40 illustrated pages with hand lettering and includes a foreword by Roger Craik detailing this book’s creation by his parents. This unique book is intended for all ages.

A beautiful edition of one of the most enduring and haunting tales by the Brothers Grimm The town of Hamelin is overrun by a plague of rats, and the mayor calls on the Pied Piper to lead them out, taking care of the problem. But when the townspeople refuse to pay him, the Pied Piper entices the local children to leave their homes and parents. Lisbeth Zwerger’s evocative and exquisite illustrations perfectly capture this renowned fairy tale.

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.

The Pied Piper of Hamelin is the subject of a legend from the town of Hamelin, Lower Saxony, Germany, in the Middle Ages. The earliest references describe a piper, dressed in multicolored clothing, who was a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. But then the citizens refuse to pay for this service, and he retaliates by using his instrument's magic power on their children, leading them away like he did with the rats. This version of the tale is beautifully illustrated by Hope Dunlap.

A spell-binding modern retelling of a classic childrens tale by master storyteller Michael Morpurgo, with glorious illustrations by Emma Chichester Clark.In the town of Hamelin, the rich and greedy live like kings and queens while the poor and sick scavenge rubbish tips for scraps. A lame orphan boy tells the classic tale of how a plague of rats take over the town and how a fantastic piper offers to rid Hamelin of its rats for a single gold coin, then lures away the towns children when the greedy mayor breaks his word. Masterfully weaving contemporary social and environmental themes into a gripping tale, and celebrating it with breath-taking illustrations, former British Childrens Laureate Michael Morpurgo and illustrator Emma Chichester Clark team up to create a compelling new take on this timeless story.

In 1284, while the town of Hamelin was suffering from a rat infestation, a man dressed in pied clothing appeared, claiming to be a rat-catcher. He promised the mayor a solution for their problem with the rats. The mayor in turn promised to pay him for the removal of the rats. The man accepted, and played a musical pipe to lure the rats with a song into the Weser River, where all but one drowned. Despite his success, the mayor reneged on his promise and refused to pay the rat-catcher the full amount of money. The man left the town angrily, but vowed to return some time later, seeking revenge. On Saint John and Paul's day while the inhabitants were in church, he played his pipe yet again, dressed in green, like a hunter, this time attracting the children of Hamelin. One hundred and thirty boys and girls followed him out of the town, where they were lured into a cave and never seen again. At most three children remained behind. One of the children was lame and could not follow quickly enough, the second was deaf and followed the other children out of curiosity, and the last was blind and unable to see where they were going. These three informed the villagers of what had happened when they came out of church.