Hans Christian Andersen

(2 April 1805 – 4 August 1875 / Odense)

Hans Christian Andersen Poems

121. Rime-Djævelen 7/3/2012
122. Rolighed 7/3/2012
123. Romance 7/3/2012
124. Romance Af Festen Paa Kenilworth 7/3/2012
125. Romanze 7/3/2012
126. Rosen 7/3/2012
127. Rosen Paa Kisten 7/3/2012
128. Rosenkilde 7/3/2012
129. Med En Brystnaal I Form Af En Flue 7/3/2012
130. Med En Deel Sparebøsser 7/3/2012
131. Med En Dukke [hos Dig Forvandles Alt Til Engel] 7/3/2012
132. Med En Dukke [dukken Her Er Ingen Dukke] 7/3/2012
133. Med En Felt-Flaske 7/3/2012
134. Med En Flaske Duftende Vand 7/3/2012
135. Med En Fløite Fra En Dame 7/3/2012
136. Med En Hund 7/3/2012
137. Pauli 1. Cor. 15, 42-44 7/3/2012
138. Phantasie Ved Vesterhavet [er Disse Høie, Sorte Masser Fjelde? ] 7/3/2012
139. Phantasiebillede 7/3/2012
140. S. Meisling 7/3/2012
141. S. S. Blicher 7/3/2012
142. Samsøe 7/3/2012
143. Sang Til Den Kjære Oldemoer A. C. D. Drewsen 7/3/2012
144. Soldaten 7/3/2012
145. Soldaternes Sang Til Dannebrog 7/3/2012
146. Som En Lotus Paa Den Stille Sø 7/3/2012
147. Som En Æolsharpe Brudt Itu 7/3/2012
148. Sommerflugt Og Hvile 7/3/2012
149. Sonnet Ved Fyrstinde Borgheses Og Hendes Tre Børns Død 7/3/2012
150. Sorterup 7/3/2012
151. Spanien, Hvilken Rigdom Har Du 7/3/2012
152. Spillemand, Spil Paa Strænge 7/3/2012
153. Spillemanden 7/3/2012
154. Spørg Amagermo'Er 7/3/2012
155. Stakkels Mary Anne 7/3/2012
156. Stanzer For Musik 7/3/2012
157. Storken 7/3/2012
158. Storken Er Reist Til Fremmed' Land 7/3/2012
159. Stormen 7/3/2012
160. T. Kingo 7/3/2012

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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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The Dying Child

Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;
Let me repose upon thy bosom sick;
But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,
Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.

Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;
But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;
I see the angel-children smiling gladly,
When from my weary eyes I shut out light.

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