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A Poet's Bazaar
     

A Poet's Bazaar

by Hans Christian Andersen
 

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was grown up around the walls, is also from his time; and it is still, as it was then, reflected in the Storen, over which he rowed in his miserable fishing-boat to the

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was grown up around the walls, is also from his time; and it is still, as it was then, reflected in the Storen, over which he rowed in his miserable fishing-boat to the little path between the reeds. I wandered in the castle garden under the old trees, by the winding canals ; elder-trees and rose-bushes bent themselves over the watery mirror to see how prettily they flowered. The gamekeeper with his dog took his way into the copper-colored forest. The post-horn clanged, and it was as if wood and field were made vocal, and joined in the death-hymn of autumn : " Great Pan is dead ! " When the sun was down, the sound of glass and song was heard in the castle. I wandered through the saloon, whose dark red walls encompass bass-reliefs by Thorwaldsen, and give relief to the beautiful busts and statues. A hedge of roses and sweet-briers outside leaned up against the windows with its leafless branches, and it dreamt of the summer life within the saloon — that it was itself young and flourishing — and that every brier was a bud that would open itself on the morrow. The brownie sat on the edge of the well, and kept time with his small feet; the little bird twittered, " It is pretty in the North! — it is well to be in the North !" and yet the bird flew to the warm lands, — and the poet did the same. A REMINISCENCE FROM THE STEAMBOAT " STOREN." By the waters of the Storen there lay two small houses, one on each side of the river, each of them snug and pretty, with a green gable and a few bushes; but outside the one hung an outstretched net, and a large vane turned itself in the wind. How often had not two pretty eyes looked from one of these small houses over to this vane when it turned itself, and a faithful heart then sighed deeply. We took a pretty young woman on board here ...

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was grown up around the walls, is also from his time; and it is still, as it was then, reflected in the Storen, over which he rowed in his miserable fishing-boat to the little path between the reeds. I wandered in the castle garden under the old trees, by the winding canals ; elder-trees and rose-bushes bent themselves over the watery mirror to see how prettily they flowered. The gamekeeper with his dog took his way into the copper-colored forest. The post-horn clanged, and it was as if wood and field were made vocal, and joined in the death-hymn of autumn : " Great Pan is dead ! " When the sun was down, the sound of glass and song was heard in the castle. I wandered through the saloon, whose dark red walls encompass bass-reliefs by Thorwaldsen, and give relief to the beautiful busts and statues. A hedge of roses and sweet-briers outside leaned up against the windows with its leafless branches, and it dreamt of the summer life within the saloon — that it was itself young and flourishing — and that every brier was a bud that would open itself on the morrow. The brownie sat on the edge of the well, and kept time with his small feet; the little bird twittered, " It is pretty in the North! — it is well to be in the North !" and yet the bird flew to the warm lands, — and the poet did the same. A REMINISCENCE FROM THE STEAMBOAT " STOREN." By the waters of the Storen there lay two small houses, one on each side of the river, each of them snug and pretty, with a green gable and a few bushes; but outside the one hung an outstretched net, and a large vane turned itself in the wind. How often had not two pretty eyes looked from one of these small houses over to thisvane when it turned itself, and a faithful heart then sighed deeply. We took a pretty young woman on board here ...

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
April 2, 1805
Date of Death:
August 4, 1875
Place of Birth:
Odense, Denmark
Place of Death:
Copenhagen, Denmark

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