Hans Christian Andersen

(2 April 1805 – 4 August 1875 / Odense)

Hans Christian Andersen Poems

481. Ved Et Barns Død 7/3/2012
482. Der Er Saa Øde Paa Heden 7/2/2012
483. Mai 4/20/2012
484. Efter Krigen 7/2/2012
485. Den, Som Jeg Gav Af Mit Hjerteblod 7/2/2012
486. Ved Husets Muur Stod En Hæk Af Geranier 7/3/2012
487. Ved Botanikeren Liebmanns Afreise Til Mexico 1840 7/3/2012
488. Du Skal Ikke Troe Al Snik Og Snak 7/2/2012
489. Af Rhythmer I Castagnetter 7/2/2012
490. Aftenen [en Aften Deilig, Som I En Roman! ] 7/2/2012
491. Du Evige Gud, Saa Kjærlig Og God! 7/2/2012
492. November 4/20/2012
493. April 4/20/2012
494. The Pixy And The Grocer 1/1/2004
495. August 4/20/2012
496. From The Philosopher’s Stone 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Hans Christian Andersen

From The Philosopher’s Stone

Now she heard the following words sadly sung,—

“Life is a shadow that flits away
In a night of darkness and woe.”

But then would follow brighter thoughts:

“Life has the rose’s sweet perfume
With sunshine, light, and joy.”

And if one stanza sounded painfully—

“Each mortal thinks of himself alone,
Is a truth, alas, too clearly known;”

Then, on the other hand, came the answer—

“Love, like a mighty flowing stream,
Fills every heart with its radiant gleam.”

She heard, indeed, such words as these—

“In the pretty ...

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