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id: 17860
title: Stories from Hans Andersen
author: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian)
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  ''Kay is dead and gone,'' said little Gerda. ''You poor little child,'' said the old woman, ''how ever were you driven like gold round the pretty little face, which was as sweet as a rose. ''I have long wanted a little girl like you!'' said the old woman. ''Oh, thank you!'' said little Gerda, and then she went to the other ''Oh, how I have wasted my time,'' said little Gerda. horseback--he awoke, turned his head--and it was not little Kay. It was only the Prince''s neck which was like his; but he was young and ''You poor little thing!'' said the Prince and Princess. how fond she was of Kay. The robber girl looked earnestly at her, gave a little nod, and said, ''I don''t like you to whimper!'' said the little robber girl. Then little Gerda said the Lord''s Prayer, and the cold was so great that


id: 27000
title: What the Moon Saw: and Other Tales
author: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian)
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  thoughts flew far away, up to my great friend, who every evening told new year," said a little shivering sparrow; "and they threw pans and spoken by yonder wonderful old man, who sat in wind and weather high "But beauty is a higher thing!" said the apple tree branch. there is the poor old lady,'' said the nobleman: ''walking is a great stood a great old willow tree, that seemed to cling fast to the house, "You''ll know that best, old man," said the wife. ago the good old maxim: ''Think on the great moving-day of death!'' little boy came home from school and said, "I''ve learned it thus and heart; great tears came into her gleaming black eyes, and she sat the flower lay a beautiful child--a little girl--looking just as if but said farewell to the old man, and went on towards the house where


id: 27200
title: Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen
author: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian)
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  bouquet," said the old maid; "you shall have a beautiful little churchyard, and stood by the little grave, which looked like a large "Look what is sticking to the ugly old fir-tree," said the child, talked to her: he said her eyes were like beautiful dark lakes, in is the most beautiful coat of arms in the world," said the old man. carved the pretty little toy-houses; and in the old man''s room stood a "What beautiful things you have brought home!" said his old "Ah," said he, as he came to his house; "Little Claus shall pay me "Yes," said Little Claus; "I am going to the town with my old out in your new clothes,'' said her mother; and the little one looked "They did not like to be knighted, the good old people," she said; for a dear little maiden like you," said the old woman, "and now you


id: 31103
title: A Christmas Greeting: A Series of Stories
author: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian)
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  old house there sat a little boy with fresh rosy cheeks and bright looked out, and the little boy nodded to him, and the old man nodded The little boy heard his parents say, "The old man "I thank you for the pewter soldier, my little friend!" said the old her mild eyes at the little boy, who directly asked the old man, "You are given away as a present!" said the little boy; "you must "I shall find him!" said the old man; but he never found him. "Hast thou not seen Death go past with my little child?" said the "Where shall I find Death, who took away my little child?" said she. "Poor thing!" said the old poet, as he went to open the door. "Poor child!" said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. "Some one is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old


id: 1597
title: Andersen''s Fairy Tales
author: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian)
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  "Oh," said the little Mice, "how fortunate you have been, old Fir Tree!" "Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!" said he, "Can the Snow Queen come in?" said the little girl. "Kay is dead and gone!" said little Gerda. "Poor little child!" said the old woman. And Gerda told her all; and the old woman shook her head and said, "I have often longed for such a dear little girl," said the old woman. "Many thanks!" said little Gerda; and she went to the other flowers, little Gerda, and said, "They shall not kill you as long as I am not That''s where the wet feet came from," said the old man. "''Yes, can''t you remember when we were very little,'' said the old "Thus it is," said the little maiden in the tree, "some call me ''Old


