looking4 old book from chilkhood poems & fables a story about chinamen crossing the sea?
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ever hear of a library
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Sorry this isn't an answer to your question but that book is great. I loved it. I hope you can find it.
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It's called "Receptions of War" and they have it at Amazon.com\n\nJust search on the title or the author.\n\n\nGood luck!
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Is this what you're looking for? \n\n"At Rainbow's End" by Kathryn Mobley O'Ridlehoover\n\nI was traveling down a long and tiresome road\nwhen suddenly there appeared before me, a lovely rainbow's end.\nA shimmering, refreshing rainbow, God's covenant in the heavens,\na promise to man of hope, of love... that all had been forgiven.\nMany times before I had tried to reach the lovely rainbow's end,\nnever succeeding, disappointed, but eager to try again.\nI spied a weary traveler coming from the other way.\nHe just happened to pass through the rainbow's end that day.\nI waited until he reached me and asked how it felt\nto enter the mystic rainbow, to pass through its colored belts.\nThe traveler looked at me as though I was babbling on\n"What rainbow? I have seen none."\n\n"The rainbow, sir, you just passed through\nI saw it completely surrounding you.\nThe pinks, the blues, the greens, they all embraced your form\nand made your surrounding world appear enticing, peaceful, warm.\nWas it like a wonder fairyland - rosey, pink, and gay?\nOr was it made of blues that gently turned to grey?\nWas the world a prettier place for having passed through?"\nOh, how I wanted to know and pass through a rainbow too.\n\n"No there was no rainbow's end, no fairyland, no gold.\nJust the same old journey to endure with some rain along the road."\nAs he passed on his way, I turned again to find\nthat mystic place - the rainbow's end - where lies the dream of time.\nNow I realized, one can only experience the exhilaration of the pink and blue\nby watching another traveler through rainbow's end pass through.\nFor if one tries to pass through that fabulous rainbow's end\nthe only thing of which one is aware is that it is raining again.
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I'm not sure this work was ever translated into English - but the illustrations are fantastic. In German, it's titled "Kristallseelen" - a 1917 work. You can find it online at the link below - auf Deutsch!
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What is your question? I read this book, but I don't know what you are actually asking. Can you add the details? (it's about a family living in midwest America during the Korean war, and there is a family of migrants living on the property that become involved with them) Very good book, of course!
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The many versions of creation stories are probsbly the easiest ones to find.  Also Santa/St.Nicholas stories should be easy.  I can't refer you to books by name, but many fairy tales particularly have several versions.\n\nLittle Red Riding Hood is a tale that has changed a lot in its history and development.  There are a number of versions of Beauty and the Beast - I guess even Shrek is a version of it.  The Twelve Dancing Princesses is another that has many versions.\n\nThe websites I've attached should help you.  Good luck with this project.
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Read the Anglo-Saxon Epic poem Beowulf.  Good stuff. Tells about their life but you can tell what isn't real.
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Check out "The Boy who cried wolf."  it's an old childrens story.
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I think my daughter has it.  I'll have to look. I think its one by Hans Christian Anderson? Maybe not?\nIn the meantime, maybe one of these on the links might help jar your memory or look familiar.\nhttp://www.surlalunefairytales.com/littlemermaid/themes.html\nhttp://www.childrenslit.com/f_andersen.html\nhttp://www.happyhunter.com/The+Little+Mermaid+and+Other+Stories
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I love the one that is a poem about the monster under the bed and hobbes saves the day by just being there (cause the monster didn't know there was a tiger in the bed).  Best Line: "Hey wake up you stupid cretin! Are you gonna sleep while I get eaten!?!?!?"  I'll check my collection books and see if I can find page number for the rest of ya.
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It's called "Green Smoke" by Rosemary Manning.\n\nFYI, it's a little girl who finds the dragon, not a boy.
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Had a book called 'breaking the rules', haven't got it now. Look for it on line, a poem or two might be published on line.
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I think this may be "The BFG (Big Friendly Giant)" by Roald Dahl.   Hope this is the one you're looking for.\n\n:)
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Go to Yahoo or Google and do a search for the title.  You'll get a lot of hits.  This one is really good, from an online review at amazon.com:\n\n "Black Dogof Fate" Is a Fuzzy Grey Beast at Best , May 24, 2005\nReviewer:Bedros Afeyan "Bedros Afeyan" (Pleasanton, CA) - See all my reviews\n(REAL NAME)   \nPeter Balakian's book, "Black Dog of Fate," tries to be too many things\nand sadly fails at many of them. In essence, it is an attempt to tell a\nsort of Armenian-American story which I find not overly interesting or\ncompelling. I wish the author had done a bit more in-depth work to learn\nabout his people and their rich heritage before embarking to represent it\nor explain it or share it with non-Armenians, for he has much more to absorb\nand understand himself first. I find the Armenianness in this book to be\ntentative, unengaged and unconvincing. Pity, since the author seems to\nhave a lot of passion in his pursuit of other aspects of his life such as\nfootball, the Yankees, modern poetry, and exposing Turkish attempts to\nbuy (among others) Princeton professors to act as mouthpieces giving\nlegitimacy to their vile historical revisionism, practiced by the\n"modern" Turkish state and its organs.\n\nIt seems to be all the rage these days to elevate personal histories and\nfamily testimonials into the realm of fiction and novels. The "I" and "we"\nand "us" occupy center stage and the reader is invited to enjoy the\nintimacy that must surely be in place via this artifice. But is it realy?\nSince in order to make this legitimate, the writer must distance himself,\nat least initially, from all this old world exotica, and like the reader,\nquestion their validity or relevance in present day North American\nsociety. What are all these old world, old fashioned ghosts and traditions?,\nis the first cry of writer and reader alike, only, ofcourse, to be followed\nby a sharp bank turn where the writer steers the satisfied and in-place\nreader towards the opposite viewpoint wherein *this* culture and *this*\nlifestyle become suspect in light of some tentative spotting of cultural\nwealth that has been traded in or abandoned in order to swim swiftly towards\nmaterialistic, memory-free, self-redefining, "comfort" seeking and buying\nmores.\n\nIn the Balakian tale, one encounters suburbia instead of substance,\nworldly goods acquisition instead of deep roots that steady the soul,\nimmediate family and relatives running away from their true identities either\ntowards surrealism, the abstract and unemotional, or else towards medicine,\nrespectability and detachment. Young Balakian observes but never\nunderstands "the grandmother" for she is shielded culturally from being\nable to reach him by her very offsprings who can not and will not instill\nthe Armenian identity he will eventually seek but never quite find. Their\ncrime is self-denial and a march to the tune of America's mixmaster\npiper. "Be unlike your past and your future will be brighter," seems to be\nwhat America promises, at the very least. The intermediate generation listens\nand adopts this credo and Peter is left to find out but never quite\nunderstand just what cost his ancestors have paid to remain Armenian and\nto preserve our culture before the final denials on New Jersey pateos while\nenjoying, as if to serve sweet irony, full course Armenian meals and the\nmixing aromas of delicacies from the old country every Sunday.\n\nPeter is lost alright, but as the book sadly shows, he remains lost.\nParaphrasing or quoting Ambassador Morgenthau does not an Armenian genocide\nexpert make. Personal family testimonials of the Turkish atrocities does\nnot a genocide history make (For that, read Vahakn Dadrian's "The History\nof the Armenian Genocide" Berghahn Books, 1995). Episodic accounts can be\ndismissed by the Turks as hear-say and as mere isolated incid
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You can also try bookfinder.com
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I don't know if this is what you're thinking of, but it's a Peruvian Romeo and Juliet story:\n\nThe legend of Huascar and Huandy \n\nThis legend tells the story of how the two mountains, Huascarán and Huandoy in the Cordillera Blanca, came into existence.\n\nFor many years there were two empires. The kings of these empires were bitter enemies and had constant wars.\n\nThese kings had children. One king had a son named Huascar while the other king had a daughter named Huandy. As fate would have it, these two youngsters fell in love. They continued to foster their love knowing very well that if their parents discovered their secret relationship, there would be another bloody war. Because of this they only would meet at night when they would be safe from prying eyes. \n\nOne fateful day the couple went out to enjoy the beautiful sunlight. They walked arm in arm through a field full of flowers. While they were walking together, a soldier from one of the kings’ armies saw them. They realized that they were seen and quickly escaped into the mountains. The two young lovers made a pact to stay together even in the face of horrible consequences.\n\nOnce word reached the two kings of the affair, they joined their armies to find the couple. When finally they were caught, their punishment was swift and harsh. They were chained to a mountains face to face without being able to embrace one another. The couple cried and cried – so much that their tears turned to rivers, freezing to ice. \n\nGod showed pity on them and changed them into mountains. Huascar was converted into the snowcapped mountain Huascarán and Huandy into the mountain Huandoy. Melted snow from Huascarán became Lake Orconcocha (lake of the man) and thawed snow from Huandoy turned into Lake Chinancocha (lake of the woman). They have a son that is represented by Lake Chopincocha that lies between the two lakes. Even now, the mountains continue to cry, their tears flowing into their respective lakes.