ST. GEORGE OF MERRIE ENGLAND – English Fairy Tales by Flora Annie Steel

In the darksome depths of a thick forest lived Kalyb the fell enchantress.

In the darksome depths of a thick forest lived Kalyb the fell enchantress.

The Story of the Poor Man Who Befriended a Beggar

The Story of the Man Who Understood the Language of the Animals

The Story of the Brother Who Knew That Good Was Stronger Than Evil

The Story of Three Brothers and an Angel

The Story of a Poor Man Who Dreamed of an Angel

The Story of the Third Sister Who Was Brave and Good The Story of the Third Sister Who Was Brave and Good

The Story of the Sultan's Youngest Son and the Princess Flower o' the World The Story of the Sultan's Youngest Son and the Princess Flower o' the World

The Story of a Girl Whose Parents Were Ashamed of Her

The Story of the Youngest Prince Who Killed the Sparrow The Story of the Youngest Prince Who Killed the Sparrow

The Story of the Golden Apples, the Wicked Dragon, and the Magic Horse The Story of the Golden Apples, the Wicked Dragon, and the Magic Horse

The Story of the Youngest Brother Who Found the Magic Grape-Vine and Married the Golden Maiden The Story of the Youngest Brother Who Found the Magic Grape-Vine and Married the Golden Maiden

There was once a King who had an only daughter. She was as lovely as a princess ought to be and by the time she reached a marriageable age the fame of her beauty had spread far and wide over all the world.

There was once a rich man who when he was dying called his son to his bedside and said:

There was once a farmer who had three sons and one little daughter. The eldest son was a studious boy who learned so much out of books that the farmer said:

There was once a little girl who was very pretty and delicate, but in summer she was forced to run about with bare feet, she was so poor,

Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kind old poet. As he was sitting one evening in his room, a dreadful storm arose without, and the rain streamed down from heaven;

Ah! yes, that was little Tuk: in reality his name was not Tuk, but that was what he called himself before he could speak plain: he meant it for Charles, and it is all well enough if one does but know it.

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening—the last evening of the year.

It is in the hot lands that the sun burns, sure enough! there the people become quite a mahogany brown, ay, and in the HOTTEST lands they are burnt to Negroes.