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looked up at the statue此 Dear me how shabby the Happy Prince looks ─
he said。
;How shabby indeed ─cried the Town Councillors察who always agreed
with the Mayor察and they went up to look at it。
;The ruby has fallen out of his sword察his eyes are gone察and he is
golden no longer察─said the Mayor in fact察 he is litttle beter than a
beggar ─
;Little better than a beggar察─said the Town Councillors。
;And here is actually a dead bird at his feet ─continued the Mayor。
;We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to
die here。; And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion。
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince。 ;As he is no
longer beautiful he is no longer useful察─said the Art Professor at the
University。
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Then they melted the statue in a furnace察and the Mayor held a
meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal。
;We must have another statue察of course察─he said察 and it shall be a statue
of myself。;
;Of myself察─said each of the Town Councillors察and they quarrelled。
When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still。
;What a strange thing ─said the overseer of the workmen at the
foundry。 ;This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace。 We must
throw it away。; So they threw it on a dust´heap where the dead Swallow
was also lying。
;Bring me the two most precious things in the city察─said God to one of
His Angels察and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird。
;You have rightly chosen察─said God察 for in my garden of Paradise
this little bird shall sing for evermore察and in my city of gold the Happy
Prince shall praise me。;
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THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE
ROSE
;She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses察─
cried the young Student察 but in all my garden there is no red rose。;
From her nest in the holm´oak tree the Nightingale heard him察and she
looked out through the leaves察and wondered。
;No red rose in all my garden ─he cried察and his beautiful eyes filled
with tears。 ;Ah察on what little things does happiness depend I have
read all that the wise men have written察and all the secrets of philosophy
are mine察yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched。;
;Here at last is a true lover察─said the Nightingale。 ;Night after night
have I sung of him察though I knew him not此night after night have I told
his story to the stars察and now I see him。 His hair is dark as the hyacinth´
blossom察and his lips are red as the rose of his desire察but passion has
made his face like pale ivory察and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow。;
;The Prince gives a ball to´morrow night察─murmured the young
Student察 and my love will be of the pany。 If I bring her a red rose
she will dance with me till dawn。 If I bring her a red rose察I shall hold
her in my arms察and she will lean her head upon my shoulder察and her
hand will be clasped in mine。 But there is no red rose in my garden察so I
shall sit lonely察and she will pass me by。 She will have no heed of me察
and my heart will break。;
;Here indeed is the true lover察─said the Nightingale。 ;What I sing of察
he suffers ´ what is joy to me察to him is pain。 Surely Love is a wonderful
thing。 It is more precious than emeralds察and dearer than fine opals。
Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it察nor is it set forth in the
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marketplace。 It may not be purchased of the merchants察nor can it be
weighed out in the balance for gold。;
;The musicians will sit in their gallery察─said the young Student察 and
play upon their stringed instruments察and my love will dance to the sound
of the harp and the violin。 She will dance so lightly that her feet will not
touch the floor察and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her。
But with me she will not dance察for I have no red rose to give her;察and he
flung himself down on the grass察and buried his face in his hands察and
wept。
;Why is he weeping拭─asked a little Green Lizard察as he ran past him
with his tail in the air。
;Why察indeed拭─said a Butterfly察who was fluttering about after a
sunbeam。
;Why察indeed拭─whispered a Daisy to his neighbour察in a soft察low
voice。
;He is weeping for a red rose察─said the Nightingale。 ;For a red
rose拭─they cried察 how very ridiculous ─and the little Lizard察who was
something of a cynic察laughed outright。
But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow察and
she sat silent in the oak´tree察and thought about the mystery of Love。
Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight察and soared into the air。
She passed through the grove like a shadow察and like a shadow she sailed
across the garden。
In the centre of the grass´plot was standing a beautiful Rose´tree察and
when she saw it she flew over to it察and lit upon a spray。
;Give me a red rose察─she cried察 and I will sing you my sweetest
song。;
But the Tree shook its head。
;My roses are white察─it answered察 as white as the foam of the sea察
and whiter than the snow upon the mountain。 But go to my brother who
grows round the old sun´dial察and perhaps he will give you what you
want。;
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So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose´tree that was growing round
the old sun´dial。
;Give me a red rose察─she cried察 and I will sing you my sweetest
song。;
But the Tree shook its head。
;My roses are yellow察─it answered察 as yellow as the hair of the
mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne察and yellower than the daffodil
that blooms in the meadow before the mower es with his scythe。 But
go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window察and perhaps he
will give you what you want。;
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose´tree that was growing
beneath the Student's window。
;Give me a red rose察─she cried察 and I will sing you my sweetest
song。;
But the Tree shook its head。
;My roses are red察─it answered察 as red as the feet of the dove察and
redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean´cavern。
But the winter has chilled my veins察and the frost has nipped my buds察and
the storm has broken my branches察and I shall have no roses at all this
year。;
;One red rose is all I want察─cried the Nightingale察 only one red rose
Is there no way by which I can get it拭─
;There is away察─answered the Tree察 but it is so terrible that I dare not
tell it to you。;
;Tell it to me察─said the Nightingale察 I am not afraid。;
;If you want a red rose察─said the Tree察 you must build it out of music
by moonlight察and stain it with your own heart's´blood。 You must sing to
me with your breast against a thorn。 All night long you must sing to me察
and the thorn must pierce your heart察and your life´blood must flow into
my veins察and bee mine。;
;Death is a great price to pay for a red rose察─cried the Nightingale察
;and Life is very dear to all。 It is pleasant to sit in the green wood察and to
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watch the Sun in his chariot of gold察and the Moon in her chariot of pearl。
Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn察and sweet are the bluebells that hide in
the valley察and the heather that blows on the hill。 Yet Love is better than
Life察and what is the heart of a bird pared to the heart of a man拭─
So she spread her brown wings for flight察and soared into the air。 She
swept over the garden like a shadow察and like a shadow she sailed through
the grove。
The young Student was still lying on the grass察where she had left him察
and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes。
;Be happy察─cried the Nightingale察 be happy察you shall have your red
rose。 I will build it out of music by moonlight察and stain it with my own
heart's´blood。 All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true
lover察for Love is wiser than Philosophy察though she is wise察and mightier
than Power察though he is mighty。 Flame´ coloured are his wings察and
coloured like flame is his body。 His lips are sweet as honey察and his
breath is like frankincense。;
The Student looked up from the grass察and listened察but he could not
understand what the Nightingale was saying to him察for he only knew the
things that are written down in books。
But the Oak´tree understood察and felt sad察for he was very fond of the
little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches。
;Sing me one last song察─he whispered察 I shall feel very lonely when
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