Illustrated by Maxfield Parrish
To the left, we show a copy of The Arabian Nights, as illustrated by Maxfield Parrish and published by Charles Scribner's Sons (New York) in 1909.
This example retains the original black cloth cover with applied illustrated paste-down.
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The Arabian Nights (1909) is the 1st Edition of these classic tales - as edited by Kate Douglas Wiggin and Nora A Smith - that
is illustrated by Maxfield Parrish.
In her Preface, Douglas Wiggin provides an introduction to the history of the tales contained in this 1st Edition, including:
"The Talking Bird, the Singing Tree, and the Golden Water"; "The Story of the Fisherman and the Genie"; "The History of
the Young King of the Black Isles"; "The Story of Gulnare of the Sea"; "The Story of Aladdin; or, the Wonderful Lamp";
"The Story of Prince Agib"; "The Story of the City of Brass"; "The Story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves"; "The History of
Codadad and His Brothers"; and "The Story of Sinbad the Voyager".
Parrish's illustrations are absolutely stunning and bring his own interpretation to the classic tales from the East.
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Hand-finishing is used to replicate the visual appearance of a tipped-on plate and the images are presented on
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The colour illustrations
The Arabian Nights
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The Talking Bird, the Singing Tree and the Golden Water
It will be sufficient to break off a branch and carry it to plant in you garden |
The Story of the Fisherman and the Genie
The smoke ascended to the clouds, and extending itself along the sea and upon the shore formed a great mist
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The History of the Young King of the Black Isles
When he came to this part of the narrative the young king could not restrain his tears
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The Story of Gulnare of the Sea
And she proceeded to burn perfume and repeat spells until the sea foamed and was agitated
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The Story of Aladdin; or, the Wonderful Lamp
At the same time the earth, trembling, opened just before the magician, and uncovered a stone, laid horizontally, with a brass ring fixed into the middle
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The Story of Prince Agib
And when the boat came to me I found in it a man of brass, with a tablet of lead upon his breast, engraven with names and talismans |
The Story of Prince Agib
At the approach of evening I opened the first closet and, entering it, found a mansion like paradise
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The Story of the City of Brass
And when they had ascended that mountain they saw a city than which eyes had not beheld any greater
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The Story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves
Cassim ... was so alarmed at the danger he was in that the more he endeavoured to remember the word Sesame the more his memory was confounded
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The History of Codadad and His Brothers
As it drew near we saw ten or twelve armed pirates appear on the deck |
The Story of Sinbad the Voyager
The spot where she left me was encompassed on all sides by mountains that seemed to reach above the clouds, and so steep that there was not possibility of getting out of the valley |
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The Story of Sinbad the Voyager
Having finished his repast, he returned to his porch, where he lay and fell asleep, snoring louder than thunder
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Douglas Wiggin's Preface to The Arabian Nights
Little excuse is needed, perhaps, for any fresh selection from the famous "Tales of a Thousand and One Nights," provided
it be representative enough, and worthy enough to enlist a new army of youthful readers. Of the two hundred and
sixty-four bewildering, unparalleled stories, the true lover can hardly spare one, yet there must always be favourites, even
among these. We have chosen some of the most delightful, in our opinion; some, too, that chanced to appeal
particularly to the genius of the artist. If, enticed by our choice and the beauty of the pictures, we manage to attract
a few thousand more true lovers to the fountain-book, we shall have served our humble turn. The only real danger lies
in neglecting it, in rearing a child who does not know it and has never fallen under its spell
You remember Maimoune, in the story of Prince Camaralzaman, and what she said to Danhasch, the genie who had just
arrived from the farthest limits of china? "Be sure thou tellest me nothing but what is true or I shall clip thy wings!" This is
what the modern child sometimes says to the genies of literature, and his own wings are too often clipped in consequence.
The Empire of the Fairies is no more.
Reason has banished them from ev'ry shore;
Steam has outstripped their dragons and their cars,
Gas has eclipsed their glow-worms and their stars.
Édouard Laboulaye says in his introduction to Nouveaux Contes Bleus: "Mothers who love your children, to not set them
too soon to the study of history; let them dream while they are young. Do not close the soul to the first breath of poetry.
Nothing affrights me so much as the reasonable, practical child who believes in nothing that he cannot touch. These sages
of ten years are, at twenty, dullard, or what is still worse, egoists."
When a child has one read of Prince Agib, of Gulnare or Periezade, Sinbad or Codadad, in this or any other volume of its
kind, the magic will have been instilled into the blood, for the Oriental flavour in the Arab tales is like nothing so much as
magic. True enough they are a vast storehouse of information concerning the manners and the customs, the spirit and the
life of the Moslem East (and the youthful reader does not have to study Lane's learned foot-noted to imbibe all this), but
beyond and above the knowledge of history and geography thus gained, there comes something finer and subtler as well
as something more vital. The scene is Indian, Egyptian, Arabian, Persian; but Bagdad and Balsora, Grand Cairo, the silver
Tigris, and the blooming gardens of Damascus, though they can be found indeed on the map, live much more truly in that
enchanted realm that rises o'er "the foam of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn." What craft can sail those perilous seas like
the book that has been called a great three-decker to carry tired people to Islands of the Blest? "The immortal fragment,"
says Sir Richard Burton, who perhaps knew the Arabian Nights as did no other European, "will never be superseded in the
infallible judgment of childhood. The marvellous imaginativeness of the Tales produces an insensible brightness of mind
and an increase of fancy-power, making one dream that behind them lies the new and unseen, the strange and unexpected -
in fact, all the glamour of the unknown."
It would be a delightful task to any boy or girl to begin at the beginning and read the first English version of these famous
stories, made from the collection of M. Galland, Professor of Arabic in the Royal College of Paris. The fact that they had
passed from Arabic into French and from French into English did not prevent their instantaneous popularity. his was in
1704 or thereabouts, and the world was not so busy as it is nowadays, or young men would not have gathered in the
middle of the night under M. Galland's window and cried: "O vous, qui savez de si jolis contes, et qui les racontez si bien,
racontez nous en un!"
You can also read them in Scott's edition or in Lane's (both of which, but chiefly the former, we have used as the
foundation of our text), while your elders - philologists or Orientalists - are studying the complete versions of John Payne or
Sir Richard Burton. You may leave the wiseacres to wonder which were told in China or India, Arabia or Persia, and
whether the first manuscript dates back to 1450 or earlier.
We, like many other editors, have shortened the stories here and there, omitting some of the tedious repetitions that crept
in from time to time when Arabian story-tellers were adding to the text to suit their purposes.
Mr Andrew Lang says amusingly that he has left out of his special versions "all the pieces that are suitable only for Arabs and
old gentlemen," and we have done the same; but we have taken no undue liberties. We have removed no genies nor
magicians, however terrible; have cut out no base dead of Vizier nor noble deed of Sultan; have diminished the size of
no roc's egg, nor omitted any simple allusion to the great and only Haroun Al-raschid, Caliph of Bagdad, Commander of
the Faithful, who must have been a great inspirer of good stories.
Enter into this "treasure house of pleasant things," then, and make yourself at home in the golden palaces, the gem-studded
caves, the bewildering gardens. Sit by its mysterious fountains, hear the plash of its gleaming cascades, unearth its magic
lamps and talismans, behold its ensorcelled princes and princesses.
Nowhere in the whole realm of literature will you find such a Marvel, such a Wonder, such a Nonesuch of a book;
nowhere will you find impossibilities so real and so convincing; nowhere but in what Henley calls:
... that blessèd brief
Of what is gallantest and best
In all the full-shelved Libraries of Romance.
The Book of rocs,
Sandalwood, ivory, turbans, ambergris,
Cream-tarts, and lettered apes, and Calenders,
And ghouls, and genies - O so huge
They might have overed the tall Minster Tower,
Hands down, as schoolboys take a post;
In truth the Book of Camaralzaman,
Schemselnihar and Sinbad, Scheherezade
The peerless, Bedreddin, Badroulbadour,
Cairo and Serendib and Candahar,
And Caspian, and the dim, terrific bulk -
Ice-ribbed, fiend-visited, isled in spells and storms -
Of Kaf ... That centre of miracles
The sole, unparalleled Arabian Nights.