Stories for the HouseholdRoutledge, 1866 - 787 síður |
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Síða 163 - Kill me!" said the poor creature, and bent its head down upon the water, expecting nothing but death. But what was this that it saw in the clear water? It beheld its own image; and, lo! it was no longer a clumsy dark gray bird, ugly and hateful to look at, but — a swan!
Síða 161 - Yes, do go," replied the Hen. And the Duckling went away. It swam on the water, and dived, but it was slighted by every creature because of its ugliness. Now came the autumn. The leaves in the forest turned yellow and brown ; the wind caught them so that they danced about, and up in the air it was very cold. The clouds hung low, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, and on the fence stood the raven, crying, " Croak ! croak !" for mere cold ; yes, it was enough to make one feel cold to think of this.
Síða 243 - I wonder if trees will come out of the forest to look at me ? Will the sparrows fly against the panes? Shall I grow fast here, and stand adorned in summer and winter?
Síða 241 - Where are they all going?" asked the Fir Tree. " They are not greater than I — indeed, one of them was much smaller. Why do they keep all their branches? Whither are they taken?" " We know that ! We know that !
Síða 124 - Last year the old tree by the turf-hole only bore a single apple, and we kept it in the cupboard till it was quite rotten and spoiled, 'It was always property,' my old woman said; but here she could see a quantity of property — a whole sackful. Yes, I shall be glad to show them to her.
Síða 62 - Then they pointed to the empty loom, and the poor old minister went on opening his eyes; but he could see nothing, for there was nothing to see. "Mercy!" thought he, "can I indeed be so stupid? I never thought that, and not a soul must know it. Am I not fit for my office? — No, it will never do for me to tell that I could not see the stuff.
Síða 242 - Chinese vases with lions on the covers; there were rocking-chairs, silken sofas, great tables covered with picture-books, and toys worth a hundred times a hundred dollars — at least, the children said so. And the Fir Tree was put into a great tub filled with sand ; but no one could see that it was a tub, for it was hung round with green cloth, and stood on a large, manycolored carpet. Oh, how the Tree trembled! What was to happen now? The servants, and the young ladies also, decked it out. On one...
Síða 340 - Except ye become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Síða 156 - said the little one, and crept forth. It was very large and very ugly. The Duck looked at it. "It's a very large duckling...
Síða 242 - Perhaps I may be destined to tread this glorious path one day!" cried the Fir Tree, rejoicingly. "That is even better than travelling across the sea. How painfully I long for it ! If it were only Christmas now! Now I am great and grown up, like the rest who were led away last year. Oh, if I were only on the carriage ! If I were only in the warm room, among all the pomp and...