The Princes were Turned into Eleven Beautiful Wild Swans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Elisa Saw her Brothers Standing Round her, Arm in Arm, While the Sea Dashed Against the Rock . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Elisa Saw a Palace Almost a Mile Long, with One Colonnade Daringly Piled Above Another . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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There, on One of the Largest Tombstones, Elisa Saw Some Ugly Witches Busy Taking off their Rags . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Eleven Wild Swans came Flying and Settled Down Around her on the Cart, Flapping their Large Wings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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The Farmer Changed his Horse for a Cow, and So On Down to a Bag of Rotten Apples . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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"Shall We Have A Bet?" Said the Englishman to the Farmer, "We Have Gold by the Barrel!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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"Well, Now I Must Kiss You!" Said the Woman; "Thank You, My Own Husband," and She Kissed him Right on the Mouth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Round the Corner in the Next Street Stood an Old, Old House . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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"Thank You for the Tin Soldier, My Little Friend!" Said the Old Man, "And Thanks for Coming to See Me" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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In the Evening a Carriage Stopped at the Door, Into which They Put the Old Man's Coffin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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In the Middle of the Flower Sat a Tiny Little Girl . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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The Toad Took the Walnut Shell in which Thumbeline was Sleeping . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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The Old Toad Courtesied to Thumbeline and Said, "Here Is My Son!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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He Flew Up With her Into a Tree . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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The Mole had Dug a Passage from his House to theirs, and the Field-Mouse and Thumbeline had Permission to Take their Walks There . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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The Field-Mouse Hired Four Spiders to Spin and Weave, and the Mole Came Every Evening on A Visit . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Thumbeline Seated Herself on the Swallow's Back, and Then the Bird Flew High Up in the Air with her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Such a Storm has Never Raged in Our Day . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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The People Shouted and Cheered Still More When the Harlequin Came on the Scaffolding and Made Faces at them . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Close to Them Stood Another Figure, an Old Chinaman who could Nod his Head . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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They Reached the Top of the Chimney, Where They Sat down and Looked Around them. Far Out Into the Wide World . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Nobody in the Whole World Knows so Many Stories as Daddy Dustman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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There Were Two Men in a Town who Had the Same Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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