Wildes the happy prince and other

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. One night there flew over the city a little Swallow.

Oscar Wilde intended this story to be read to children 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.

One night there flew over the city a little Swallow.

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His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed 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.

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. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.

After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. I admit that she is domestic,' he continued, 'but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.

All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness. The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks.

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His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the 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, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.

He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-fowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball.

In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying.

Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.

Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices.

Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves. The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.

They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect. So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.

He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing.

A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales.

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The Happy Prince and Other Tales = The Happy Prince and Other Stories, Oscar Wilde The Happy Prince and Other Tales (also called "The Happy Prince and Other Stories") is a collection of stories for children by Oscar Wilde first published in May It contains five stories: "The Happy Prince /5.

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The Happy Prince and Other Tales (also sometimes called The Happy Prince and Other Stories) is an collection of stories for children by Oscar Wilde. It is most famous for The Happy Prince, the short tale of a metal statue who becomes friends with a migratory bird.