автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The happy prince and other tales

Oscar Wilde

All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent

I must leave you

hunger has made him faint

When the moon rose

When day broke

sank into a delicious slumber.

I am waited for in Egypt

pricked by the needle,

coarse, red hands

and happy indeed I was