Illustrations of Children's Books by Arthur Rackham (1907)
...and her fairy sent to bear him to my bower in fairy land
...where often you and I upon faint primrose-buds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet
Advice from a Caterpillar
A flushed and boisterous group
A grand pas de deux, performed in the very first style by these two
A Lay of Saint Nicholas
Alice
A Mad Tea Party
A Midsummer Nights Dream
And the maids cried "good gracious, how very tenacious!"
An unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried it off
At this the whole pack rose up into the air and came flying down upon her
But who has won?
Danae clasped her child closely
Ere the Leviathan can swim a league
Fairies, away. We shall chide downright, if I longer stay
Good night
He bounced up and down, and so fearful a frown contracted his brow, you'd have thought he'd been blind
He could see Undine beneath the crystal vault
Im here with thee as a guide
In a forked glen into which he slipped at night-fall he was surrounded by giant toads
It grunted again so violently that she looked down into its face in some alarm
It's, I, your uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner. Will you let me in, Fred?
I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid
Laden with Christmas toys and presents
Let me play the lion too
Old Scratch has got his own at last, hey
Or making their court to their Polls and their Sues
Pool of Tears
Scrooge
She hath a mark, like a violet, between her shoulders
She looked with angry woe at the straining and snarling horde below
She never had so sweet a changeling
Soon she was lost to sight in the Danube
The Black Musketeer
The Duchess shed tears large as marrow-fat peas
The horn, at the gate of the Barbican tower, was blown with a loud twenty-trumpeter power
The Mock Turtle drew a long breath and said "That's very curious"
The Monks and the Nuns in the dead of night. Tumble, all of them, out of theird beds in affright
Then they went hand in hand in the country that smells of apple-blossom and honey
The Queen never left off quarrelling with the other players, and shouting "Off with his head" or "Off with her head"
The Queen turned angrily away from him and said to the Knave, turn them over
These stiles sadly bothered Odille
The thumping of his big boots grew as continuous as the pattering of hailstones on a roof, and the wind of his passage blew trees down
The waves of all the worlds seemed to whirl past them in one huge green cataract
The way he went after that plump sister in the lace tucker
They stood outside, filled with savagery and terror
Tiny Tim
What do you call this? Bed-curtains!
Who stole the tarts?
Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out here?
With a countenance Keeley alone could put on, made on grasshopper spring to the door-and was gone