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'Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?' asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. 'The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.' 'I am glad there...
1 de mai. de 1997 · Download or read online this classic collection of fairy tales by Oscar Wilde, including The Happy Prince, The Nightingale and the Rose, and The Selfish Giant. Choose from various formats and languages on Project Gutenberg.
- Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900
- English
- David Price and Paul Redmond
- The Happy Prince, and Other Tales
- TTIGH above the city, on a tall column,
- " Why can't you be like the Happy Prince
- THE HAPPY PRINCE
- "How do you know?" said the Mathe-
- Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed
- "Shall I love you?" said the Swallow,
- "It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered
- "Will you come away with me?" he said
- "I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!"
- "I have a golden bedroom," he said softly
- "What is the use of a statue if it cannot
- But before he had opened his wings, a
- The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled
- "When I was alive and had a human
- I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the
- Swallow to himself. He was too polite to
- little
^ -*- stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sap- phires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tast...
? asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy " Prince never dreams of crying for anything. "I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happv," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.
matical Master, ''you have never seen one." "Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathe-matical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming. One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to
behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
[2] " THE HAPPY PRINCE the other Swallows, "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away. After they had gone he felt lonely, and be- gan to tire of his lady-love. "She has no ,, conversation, he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is a...
finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home. "You have been trifling with me, " he cried,
and he flew away. All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. "Where shall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has made preparations." Then he saw the statue on the tall column. "I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine oosition with plenty of fresh air." So he [3] — THE HAPPY PRINCE alighted just between the feet of the H...
to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. "What a curious thing!" he cried, "there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of
keep the rain off?" he said; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined to fly away.
third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw Ah ! what did he see ?
with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little SwTallow was filled with pity.
heart," answered the statue, "I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening
garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, ...
make any personal remarks out loud. "Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman [si " " THE HAPPY PRINCE seated at the table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a ...
Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air. "Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering after a sunbeam. "Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. "He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale. "For a red rose!" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something o...
6 de mai. de 1997 · A collection of fairy stories by the Irish writer Oscar Wilde, illustrated by Walter Crane and Jacomb Hood. The Happy Prince is the first tale, about a statue that weeps for the misery of his city and gives away his jewels to help the poor.
12 de mai. de 2003 · THE HAPPY PRINCE High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. He was very much admired indeed. ”He is as beautiful as a weathercock,” remarked one
waiting to receive her. He had dreamy violet. eyes, and his hair was like fine gold. When. he saw her he sank upon one knee, and kissed. her hand. “ Your picture was beautiful,” he murmured, ” “ but you are more beautiful than your picture; and the little Princess blushed. “She was like a white rose before,” said a.
Read the classic fairy tale by Oscar Wilde about a statue that comes to life and a swallow who sacrifices himself for love. The Happy Prince is a story of friendship, compassion, and the transforming power of selfless love.
