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The Happy Prince By Oscar Wilde-fiction story short

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High above the city, stood the statue of the happy prince. He was gilded all over with the thin leaves of fine gold He was very much admired indeed. He looks like an angel. One night, there flew over the city a little swallow. He had stayed behind for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed .’Shall I love you ? said the swallow. He flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings and making silver ripples .’Will you come away with me? He said finally to her but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home. At the night time, he alighted just between the feet of the happy prince .”I have a golden bedroom “he said to himself, But a significant drop of water fell on him.
What a curious thing -he cried. There is not a single cloud in the sky. Then another drop fell. The eyes of the happy prince were filled with tears, and the tears were running down his golden cheeks ‘Who are you? He said .’I am a happy prince”. ‘Why are you weeping then? asked the swallow .”When I was alive and had a human heart, I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace where sorrow is not allowed to enter. I was happy indeed if pleasure is happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet, I can not choose but weep. Far away I can see, a mother has nothing to give him but river water, so the boy is crying .’My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus flowers Swallow, swallow will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad. The swallow flew back to the Happy Prince and told him what he had done. Alas, I have no ruby now, my eyes are all that I have left They are made of rare sapphires Swallow plucked out the prince ‘s eye and flew away to the student’s garret.
Dear my swallow said the prince you tell me unusual things. There is no mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little swallow, and tell me what you see there “So the swallow flew over the great city and flew back and said the prince what he had seen. Then one day the swallow said, I am going to the house of Death Death is the brother of sleep. He kissed the happy prince on the lips and fell dead at his feet. At this moment a curious crack sounded inside as if something had broken. So the mayor pulled down the statue of a happy prince and melted in a furnace. And the God said, ‘For in my garden of Paradise these little birds sing for everyone, and in my city of gold the happy prince shall praise me.’

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