Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian), 1805-1875 · London : G. Bell · leaf 270
on him, and he felt that he was melting; but,constant as ever, he still stood shouldering his arms. A dooiopened, the wind seized the Dancer, and, like a sylph, sheflew straightway into the stove, to the Tin-soldier; theyboth flamed up into a blaze—and were gone! The Soldier wa&melted to a hard… … THE NAUGHTY BOY. THERE was once an old poet, such a good, honest oldpoet! He was sitting alone in his own little room ona very stormy evening; the wind was roaring without, andthe rain poured down in torrents. But the old man sat cosilyby his warm stove, the fire was blazing brightly, and…
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