Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Shakspere.
Andersen, H.C.
Stories.
Houghton. .60
The tales in this excellent little edition are well chosen.
A prime advantage in an early acquaintance with Andersen springs from the stimulus which his quaint fancy gives to the budding imagination of childhood. It may be said without exaggeration that Andersen truly represents creative childhood in literature.
H.E. Scudder.
Asbjörnsen, P.C.