HIGH ABOVE the city,on a tall column,stood the statue of
theHappy Prince.He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine
gold,for eyes he had two bright sapphires,and a large red ruby
glowedon his sword—hilt.
He was very much admired indeed.“He is as beautiful as
aweathercock,’’remarked one of the Town Councillors who wishedto
gain a reputation for having artistic tastes;“0nly not quite
SOuseful,”he added,fearing lest people should think him
unpractical,which he really was not.
“Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?”asked a
sensiblemother of her little boy who was crying for the moon.“The
HappyPrince never dreams of crying for anythin9.’’
THE HAPPY PRINCE AND OTHERTALES
THE HAPPY PRINCE
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE
THE SELFISH GIANT
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
THE REMARKABLE ROCKET
THE HOUSE OF POMEGRANATES
THE YOUNG KING
THE BIRTHDAY OF THE INFANTA
THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
THE STAR-CHILD