Hans Christian Andersen

Now she heard the following words sadly sung,— “Life is a shadow that flits
In a night of darkness and woe
” But then would follow brighter thoughts: “Life has the rose’s sweet
With sunshine, light, and joy

That ancient tree, don’t let it
Until old age is knelling;
So many things it can recall,
What tales it could be telling

How bright the room seemed
It was as if a ray of light came from the book, a luminous tree whose branches spread out across the ceiling
The leaves were fresh and green and on each branch flowers bloomed and fruit hung
The flowers we...

Gaardhunden gjøer — dens Tænder ere saa skarpe
En Qvinde træder i Forstuen ind, Ak,
Armod sidder paa Kjole og Kind, Hun synger og spiller paa Harpe
En ussel Hest bag Gjærdet søger sit Foder; Hist holder Vognen med Dyne og Skuur, Der...