The crying prince ( Excerpt ) The eyes happy prince was filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight, that the little swallow was filled with pity. "Who are you ? " he said. "I am the happy prince. " "Why are you weeping then?" asked swallow. "You have quite drench to me ." "When I was alive , and I had a human heart, " answered the statue, "I did not know what the tears were for I lived in the palace of sans souci where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime, I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening ,I let the bans in the great hall. Round the garden, when the vary lot of war, but I never care to ask what they beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My cottiers called me the happy prince, the happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So i lived and so I died. And now ,that I am dead, they have setting me up here so high, but I can see all the upness, and all the misery of my city. even though, my heart is made of lead , but I can not choose but weep." |
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