she could not get a wink of sleep
Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University.
Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well
There is no Mystery so great as Misery.
and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. "You are blind now," he said, "so I will stay with you always."
"No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince, "you must go away to Egypt."
"I will stay with you always," said the Swallow, and he slept at the
Prince's feet.
The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."
