United States or Mauritius ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
She came to get a part for her daughter; it was one of the prompter's duties to copy the parts for the various actors. But who was this daughter? Fraulein Clara, the fair Amalie of The Robbers, the lovely leading lady of the theatre. My daughter has an autograph of Andersen containing the words, "Life is the fairest fairy tale." Ay, our lives are often like fairy tales.
The parents of Andersen were so poor that when they married they had not wherewithal to purchase a bedstead, or at least thought it advisable to make shift by constructing one out of the wooden tressels which, a little time before, had supported the coffin of some neighbouring count as he lay in state.
"Who have you heard comment on my style?" Boswell leaned forward. He was as sensitive as a child about his work. "Oh, one of the doctors at St. Albans told me that, to him, you were the Hans Christian Andersen of grown-ups. He always reads you after a long strain." A flush touched the sallow cheeks, and the long, white fingers tapped the chair arms nervously.
Johnson camped cheerfully in them, sleeping soundly too soundly sometimes upon their trundle-beds, like the sturdy old soldier of fortune that he was, inured to hardship and all careless of himself. Dickens spent his youth among them, Morland his old age alas! a drunken, premature old age. Hans Andersen, the fairy king, dreamed his sweet fancies beneath their sloping roofs.
They were written in a more colloquial style than anything I had written before, or than it was usual to write in Denmark at that time, and they alternated sometimes with longer essays, such as those on Andersen and Goldschmidt. Regarded merely as dramatic criticisms, they were of little value.
It looks so red to me if only we don't have a severe winter, with the soil frozen and dear fuel for all the poor people." Bjerregrav sighed. "You mustn't look at the moon so much. Skipper Andersen came by his accident simply because he slept on deck and the moon shone right in his face; now he has gone crazy!" Yesterday evening just the same as always and now dead!
The boys still played in the garden, and the youngest wore the golden star on his breast with which the tree had been adorned during the happiest evening of its existence. Now all was past; the tree's life was past, and the story also past! for all stories must come to an end some time or other. By permission of the publishers Ginn and Company. Hans Andersen
Here are a few specimens of beginnings which seldom fail to arrest the attention of the child: "There was once a giant ogre, and he lived in a cave by himself." From "The Giant and Jack-straws," David Starr Jordan. "There were once twenty-five tin soldiers, who were all brothers, for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon." From "The Tin Soldier," Hans Christian Andersen.
Rákóczi said something curtly, obviously affirmative, in Hungarian. Lieutenant Andersen, his open face drawn worriedly, tendered Joe his Bowie knife. Captain Petöfi proffered Rákóczi his. The two men stepped into the arena, which had been floored with sand, its dimensions marked with blue chalk.
Are you Hans Andersen, perhaps?" "Not quite," I answered. "But a great writer, I do not doubt," said the old man, with a humble courtesy that he had learned, it well may be, centuries ago in the yule-tide season of his northern home. "The world owes much to its great books. I carry some of the greatest with me always. I have them here "
Word Of The Day