Maud Lindsay

Biographical details

Maud Lindsay,  Mother Stories

“ And when she grew older it lighted up her eyes like sunshine, and gleamed on her forehead like a star.
All lovely things that loved light, loved her. The soft-cooing pigeons came at her call. The roses climbed up to her windows to peep at her, and the birds of the air, and the butterflies, that looked like enchanted sunbeams, would circle about her head.
Her father was king of a country; and though she was not so tall as the tall white lily in the garden, or the weeds that grew outside, she had servants to wait on her, and grant her every wish, as if she were a queen.
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Source: Gutenberg

Maud Lindsay,  The Story-teller

“ THE HARPER WAS HAPPIER THAN A KING AS HE SAT BY HIS OWN FIRESIDE.
The trees of the forest were creaking and bending in the wind, and every one of them seemed to say:
"Darkness gathers, night is near;
Harper, stop! Don't venture here."
But the harper would not stop. "Snows may fall, winds may blow, and night may come, but I have promised to be at home by Christmas day to eat my share of the Christmas pudding and sing the Christmas songs by my own fireside. I must go on."
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Source: Gutenberg

Maud Lindsay,  Mother Stories

“ You never could imagine, no matter how you tried, a room more beautiful than hers; for it was white and shining from the snowy floor to the ceiling, which looked as if it might have been made of a fleecy cloud. The curtains at the windows were like the petals of a lily, and the little bed was like swan's down.
There were white pansies, too, that bloomed in the windows, and a dove whose voice was sweet as music; and among her treasures she had a string of pearls which she was to wear about her neck when the king of the country sent for her, as he had promised to do some day.
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Source: Gutenberg

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