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A person of my position is never useful.

5disgust

So I first sold the silver buttons off my Sunday coat, and then I sold my silver chain, and then I sold my big pipe, and at last I sold my wheelbarrow.

8other

So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.

0joy

'Certainly,' cried little Hans, and he ran into the shed and dragged the plank out.

0joy

Their feathers were quite stiff with rime, but they did not mind, and they rolled their large yellow eyes, and called out to each other across the forest, 'Tu–whit!Tu–whoo! Tu–whit! Tu–whoo! what delightful weather we are having!'

0joy

He lived in a tiny cottage all by himself, and every day he worked in his garden.

0joy

It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true.

5disgust

However, I excuse your ignorance.

4trust

She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl.

0joy

But the girl frowned.

2anger

'Good-bye, little Hans,' said the Miller, as he went up the hill with the plank on his shoulder, and the big basket in his hand.

4trust

Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep.

1sadness

And when they came to the village, his comrade said to him, 'Thou hast the child, therefore give me the cloak, for it is meet that we should share.'

4trust

And at evening he sat him down and wept, and as he was weeping there came to him the little Hare.

1sadness

Little Hans had a great many friends, but the most devoted friend of all was big Hugh the Miller.

4trust

What a silly question! cried the Water-rat.

2anger

Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill.

0joy

Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn.

0joy

I am always thinking about myself, and I expect everybody else to do the same.

5disgust

True love suffers, and is silent.

1sadness

'All right!' said the Doctor, and he ordered his horse, and his big boots, and his lantern, and came downstairs, and rode off in the direction of the Miller's house, little Hans trudging behind him.

7anticipation

Of course, the wheelbarrow is worth far more than the plank, but true, friendship never notices things like that.

4trust

And at sunset he set his face towards home, weeping bitterly, for he knew what fate was in store for him.

1sadness

I hate people who talk about themselves, as you do, when one wants to talk about oneself, as I do.

5disgust

He was really very sorry for what he had done.

1sadness

How selfish I have been! he said; "now I know why the Spring would not come here.

5disgust

I am not laughing.

8other

Climb up! little boy, said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.

8other

But the girl frowned.

5disgust

Then one of them caught sight of him.

8other

It is going to rain sticks; and she rushed into the water.

3fear

And when he came to the Magician’s house, the Magician opened to him, and brought him in, and said to him, 'Hast thou the piece of yellow gold?'

8other

'Little Hans, Doctor.'

6surprise

So very tenderly he took up the child, and wrapped the cloak around it to shield it from the harsh cold, and made his way down the hill to the village, his comrade marvelling much at his foolishness and softness of heart.

8other

What a curious shape you are!

6surprise

It is not comfortable here, he remarked, "but no doubt it is some fashionable watering-place, and they have sent me away to recruit my health.

1sadness

I would much sooner have your good opinion than my silver buttons, any day', and he ran and plucked all his pretty primroses, and filled the Miller's basket.

0joy

I tell you what, you are very rude, and, after all, who are you?

2anger

Now it happened that one evening little Hans was sitting by his fireside when a loud rap came at the door.

6surprise

Be happy, cried the Nightingale, "be happy, you shall have your red rose.

0joy

It was winter, and a night of bitter cold.

3fear

And what would you do in return? said the little bird, swinging upon a silver spray, and flapping his tiny wings.

7anticipation

He must have a truly romantic nature, said the Catherine Wheel, "for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about"; and she heaved a deep sigh, and thought about the deal box.

6surprise

No pity had he for the poor, or for those who were blind or maimed or in any way afflicted, but would cast stones at them and drive them forth on to the highway, and bid them beg their bread elsewhere, so that none save the outlaws came twice to that village to ask for alms.

3fear

That is what is called sympathy.

4trust

And I am so afraid the Pike may meet them.

3fear

You know I am going to give you my wheelbarrow, and so, it is only fair that you should do something for me in return.'

7anticipation

And the Star–Child wept and bowed his head, and prayed forgiveness of God’s things, and went on through the forest, seeking for the beggar–woman.

7anticipation

They are like the Aurora Borealis, said the King, who always answered questions that were addressed to other people, "only much more natural.

8other

If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn.

7anticipation

'Nay, but thou hadst pity on me first,' said the Hare, and it ran away swiftly.

8other

'Alas! my son,' she cried, 'wilt thou not kiss me before I go?

1sadness

So the Star–Child went to the wood, and all day long he searched for the piece of yellow gold, but nowhere could he find it.

7anticipation

At last, however, the fire caught him.

8other

Now I am going to explode, he cried.

3fear

So at the end of the King's garden a great stand had been set up, and as soon as the Royal Pyrotechnist had put everything in its proper place, the fireworks began to talk to each other.

7anticipation

Spring has forgotten this garden, they cried, "so we will live here all the year round."

1sadness

How I would like to see him! he used to say.

7anticipation

'I tell you that it is all the fault of the Government, and if you don’t believe me I shall eat you.' The Wolf had a thoroughly practical mind, and was never at a loss for a good argument.

2anger

The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.

1sadness

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing.

8other

But the Catherine Wheel shook her head.

1sadness

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

6surprise

'Besides,' he used to say, 'he is going to give me his wheelbarrow, and that 'is an act of pure generosity.'

0joy

Dear me! said the little Squib, "I thought it was quite the other way, and that we were to be let off in the Prince's honour."

6surprise

'Thou speakest truly,' answered the Woodcutter, 'yet did I show thee pity when I found thee in the forest.'

0joy

I am sure I hope so, but the sky is quite blue and cloudless.

1sadness

Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams.

0joy

They wrote so much about it that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised.

5disgust

And the Star–Child entered the cavern, and in its farthest corner he found the piece of red gold.

7anticipation

'Come thou with me,' said the Hare, 'and I will lead thee to it, for I know where it is hidden, and for what purpose.'

6surprise

The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful.

3fear

It is a very dangerous thing to know one's friends.

3fear

And they said to him, 'It is a beggar and the child of a beggar, and we have driven him away.'

1sadness

Nay! answered the child; "but these are the wounds of Love."

4trust

But the storm grew worse and worse, and the rain fell in torrents, and little Hans could not see where he was going, or keep up with the horse.

3fear

Thy mother dwells not in this city.'

1sadness

And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn.

3fear

So the Magician fell upon him, and beat him, and loaded him with chains, and cast him again into the dungeon.

2anger

And the little page opened his big blue eyes in wonder, and said smiling to him, 'My lord, I see thy robe and thy sceptre, but where is thy crown?'

6surprise

'Dear little Hans,' cried the Miller, 'I am in great trouble.

1sadness

And the Star–Child answered, 'I am seeking for a piece of yellow gold that is hidden here, and if I find it not my master will beat me, and keep me as a slave.'

3fear

Who hath dared to wound thee? cried the Giant; "tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him."

2anger

No red rose in all my garden! he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears.

1sadness

He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly.

1sadness

You certainly are! cried the Bengal Light.

6surprise

Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace.

0joy

The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.

5disgust

In fact, it is essentially suburban.

5disgust

He flew so high that the people were afraid that he would never come down again.

3fear

TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED

3fear

My roses are white, it answered, "as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain.

0joy

Once upon a time, said the Linnet, "there was an honest little fellow named Hans."

0joy

Everybody went to little Hans' funeral, as he was so popular, and the Miller was the chief mourner.

1sadness

I hope not, said the Frog complacently.

7anticipation

You had really better keep yourself dry, said the Fire-balloon.

4trust

So he went to the well of water and looked into it, and lo! his face was as the face of a toad, and his body was sealed like an adder.

1sadness

The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none.

8other

'Lots of people act well,' answered the Miller, 'but very few people talk well, which shows that talking is much the more difficult thing of the two, and much the finer thing also', and he

0joy

But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.

7anticipation