Author: Hans Christian Andersen

Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Published: 2016-04-05

Total Pages: 44

ISBN-13: 9781530900343

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846. Excerpt: ... SjSpHERE was a king's son: nobody had so-'$ K many, or such beautiful books as he had. Everything which had been done in this world he could read about, and see represented in splendid pictures. He could give a description of every people and every country; but--where was the Garden of Paradise?--of that he could not learn one word; and that it was of which he thought most. His grandmother had told him, when he was quite a little boy, and first began to go to school, that every flower in the Garden of Paradise was the most delicious cake; one was history, another geography, a third, tables, and it was only needful to eat one of these cakes, and so the lesson was learned; and the more was eaten of them, the better acquainted they were with history, geography, and tables. At that time he believed all this; but when he grew a bigger boy, and had learned more, and was wiser, he was quite sure that there must be some other very different delight in this Garden of Paradise. "Oh why did Eve gather of the tree of knowledge? why did Adam eat the forbidden fruit? If it haa been me, I never would have done so If it had been me, sin should never have entered into the world " So said he, many a time, when he was young; so said he when he was much older The Garden bf Paradise filled his whole thoughts. One day he went into the wood; he went alone, for that was his greatest delight. The evening came. The clouds drew together; it began to rain as if the whole heavens were one single sluice, of which the gate was open; it was quite dark, or like night in the deepest well. Now, he slipped in the wet grass; now, he stumbled over the bare stones, which were scattered over the rocky ground. Everything streamed with water; not a dry thread remained upon the prince.

Download or read book Wonderful Stories for Children,by Hans Christian Anderson and Mary Howitt written by Hans Christian Andersen and published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform. This book was released on 2016-04-05 with total page 44 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846. Excerpt: ... SjSpHERE was a king's son: nobody had so-'$ K many, or such beautiful books as he had. Everything which had been done in this world he could read about, and see represented in splendid pictures. He could give a description of every people and every country; but--where was the Garden of Paradise?--of that he could not learn one word; and that it was of which he thought most. His grandmother had told him, when he was quite a little boy, and first began to go to school, that every flower in the Garden of Paradise was the most delicious cake; one was history, another geography, a third, tables, and it was only needful to eat one of these cakes, and so the lesson was learned; and the more was eaten of them, the better acquainted they were with history, geography, and tables. At that time he believed all this; but when he grew a bigger boy, and had learned more, and was wiser, he was quite sure that there must be some other very different delight in this Garden of Paradise. "Oh why did Eve gather of the tree of knowledge? why did Adam eat the forbidden fruit? If it haa been me, I never would have done so If it had been me, sin should never have entered into the world " So said he, many a time, when he was young; so said he when he was much older The Garden bf Paradise filled his whole thoughts. One day he went into the wood; he went alone, for that was his greatest delight. The evening came. The clouds drew together; it began to rain as if the whole heavens were one single sluice, of which the gate was open; it was quite dark, or like night in the deepest well. Now, he slipped in the wet grass; now, he stumbled over the bare stones, which were scattered over the rocky ground. Everything streamed with water; not a dry thread remained upon the prince.