wehaveseenswanafterswansoarbyingloriousflight.onelethispinionsglideoverthestringsofthegoldenharp,anditresoundedthroughthenorth.norway'smountainsseemedtorisehigherinthesunlightofformerdays;therewasarustlingamongthepinetreesandthebirches;thegodsofthenorth,theheroes,andthenoblewomen,showedthemselvesinthedarkforestdepths.
wehaveseenaswanbeatwithhiswingsuponthemarblecrag,sothatitburst,andtheformsofbeautyimprisonedinthestonesteppedouttothesunnyday,andmeninthelandsroundaboutlifteduptheirheadstobeholdthesemightyforms.
wehaveseenathirdswanspinningthethreadofthoughtthatisfastenedfromcountrytocountryroundtheworld,sothatthewordmayflywithlightningspeedfromlandtoland.
andourlordlovestheoldswan'snestbetweenthebalticandthenorthsea.andwhenthemightybirdscomesoaringthroughtheairtodestroyit,eventhecallowyoungstandroundinacircleonthemarginofthenest,andthoughtheirbreastsmaybestrucksothattheirbloodflows,theybearit,andstrikewiththeirwingsandtheirclaws.
centurieswillpassby,swanswillflyforthfromthenest,menwillseethemandhearthemintheworld,beforeitshallbesaidinspiritandintruth,"thisisthelastswan-thelastsongfromtheswan'snest."
theend.
1872
fairytalesofhanschristianandersen
theswineherd
byhanschristianandersen
onceuponatimelivedapoorprince;hiskingdomwasverysmall,butitwaslargeenoughtoenablehimtomarry,andmarryhewould.itwasratherboldofhimthathewentandaskedtheemperor'sdaughter:"willyoumarryme?"butheventuredtodoso,forhisnamewasknownfarandwide,andtherewerehundredsofprincesseswhowouldhavegladlyacceptedhim,butwouldshedoso?nowweshallsee.
onthegraveoftheprince'sfathergrewarose-tree,themostbeautifulofitskind.itbloomedonlyonceinfiveyears,andthenithadonlyonesingleroseuponit,butwhatarose!ithadsuchasweetscentthatoneinstantlyforgotallsorrowandgriefwhenonesmeltit.hehadalsoanightingale,whichcouldsingasifeverysweetmelodywasinitsthroat.thisroseandthenightingalehewishedtogivetotheprincess;andthereforebothwereputintobigsilvercasesandsenttoher.
theemperororderedthemtobecarriedintothegreathallwheretheprincesswasjustplaying"visitorsarecoming"withherladies-in-waiting;whenshesawthelargecaseswiththepresentstherein,sheclappedherhandsforjoy.
"iwishitwerealittlepussycat,"shesaid.butthentherose-treewiththebeautifulrosewasunpacked.
"oh,hownicelyitismade,"exclaimedtheladies.
"itismorethannice,"saidtheemperor,"itischarming."
theprincesstoucheditandnearlybegantocry.
"forshame,pa,"shesaid,"itisnotartificial,itisnatural!"
"forshame,itisnatural"repeatedallherladies.
"letusfirstseewhattheothercasecontainsbeforeweareangry,"saidtheemperor;thenthenightingalewastakenout,anditsangsobeautifullythatnoonecouldpossiblysayanythingunkindaboutit.
"superbe,charmant,"saidtheladiesofthecourt,fortheyallprattledfrench,oneworsethantheother.
"howmuchthebirdremindsmeofthemusicalboxofthelatelamentedempress,"saidanoldcourtier,"ithasexactlythesametone,thesameexecution."
"youareright,"saidtheemperor,andbegantocrylikealittlechild.
"ihopeitisnotnatural,"saidtheprincess.
"yes,certainlyitisnatural,"repliedthosewhohadbroughtthepresents.
"thenletitfly,"saidtheprincess,andrefusedtoseetheprince.
buttheprincewasnotdiscouraged.hepaintedhisface,putoncommonclothes,pulledhiscapoverhisforehead,andcameback.
"goodday,emperor,"hesaid,"couldyounotgivemesomeemploymentatthecourt?"