by Hans Christian Andersen
ABOUT WALDEMAR DAA AND HIS DAUGHTERS
When the wind sweeps across a field of grass it makes little ripples in it like a lake; in a field of corn it makes great waves like the sea … Read the rest
ABOUT WALDEMAR DAA AND HIS DAUGHTERS
When the wind sweeps across a field of grass it makes little ripples in it like a lake; in a field of corn it makes great waves like the sea … Read the rest
THE region round the little town of Kjøge is very bleak and cold. The town lies on the sea shore, which is always beautiful; but here it might be more beautiful than it is, for on … Read the rest
INTRODUCTION
It is a strange thing, when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising … Read the rest
I WILL tell you a story that was told me when I was a little boy. Every time I thought of this story, it seemed to me more and more charming; for it is with stories … Read the rest
THERE lived once upon a time a wicked prince whose heart and mind were set upon conquering all the countries of the world, and on frightening the people; he devastated their countries with fire and sword, … Read the rest
FAR away in the land to which the swallows fly when it is winter, dwelt a king who had eleven sons, and one daughter, named Eliza. The eleven brothers were princes, and each went to school … Read the rest
ONCE upon a time there was an old poet, one of those right good old poets.
One evening, as he was sitting at home, there was a terrible storm going on outside; the rain was pouring … Read the rest
It is in the hot lands that the sun burns, sure enough! there the people become quite a mahogany brown, ay, and in the HOTTEST lands they are burnt to Negroes. But now it was only … Read the rest
THERE was once a fine gentleman who possessed among other things a boot-jack and a hair-brush; but he had also the finest shirt-collar in the world, and of this collar we are about to hear a … Read the rest
Every author has some peculiarity in his descriptions or in his style of writing. Those who do not like him, magnify it, shrug up their shoulders, and exclaim–there he is again! I, for my part, know … Read the rest