Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900, Robinson, Charles, ill · New York : Brentano's · leaf 61
t was still lying on thegrass, where she had left him, and the tearswere not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. Be happy, cried the Nightingale, behappy; you shall have your red rose. I willbuild it out of music by moonlight, and stainit with my own hearts-blood. All that I askof you in return is that…
Fairy tales
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