Review story of "The Happy Prince"
THE HAPPY PRINCE by Oscar Wilde
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright
sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
Then he saw the statue on the tall column. “What a curious thing!” he cried; “there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining.The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
“Who are you?” he said. “I am the Happy Prince.” “Why are you weeping then?” asked the Swallow. “When I was alive and had a human heart,” answered the statue, ”I did not know what tears were. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died.
"will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.” The Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry.
“It is very cold here,” he said; “but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.” “Thank you, little Swallow,” said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town. At last he came to the poor house.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. “It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold”.
“That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint”.
“Dear Prince,” said the Swallow, “I cannot do that”; and he began to weep. “Swallow, Swallow, Little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof.
In the square below,” said the Happy Prince, ”there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.”
“I will stay with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, “but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.” So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. “What a lovely bit of glass!” cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. “you are blind now,” he said,
“So I will stay with you always.”
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two.
*Name = Rofifah Rosyidatus Sholihah*
*Class = 1B*
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High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright
Then he saw the statue on the tall column. “What a curious thing!” he cried; “there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining.The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
“Who are you?” he said. “I am the Happy Prince.” “Why are you weeping then?” asked the Swallow. “When I was alive and had a human heart,” answered the statue, ”I did not know what tears were. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died.
"will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.” The Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry.
“It is very cold here,” he said; “but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.” “Thank you, little Swallow,” said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town. At last he came to the poor house.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. “It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold”.
“That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint”.
“Dear Prince,” said the Swallow, “I cannot do that”; and he began to weep. “Swallow, Swallow, Little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof.
In the square below,” said the Happy Prince, ”there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.”
“I will stay with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, “but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.” So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. “What a lovely bit of glass!” cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. “you are blind now,” he said,
“So I will stay with you always.”
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two.
*Name = Rofifah Rosyidatus Sholihah*
*Class = 1B*
183211055
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