автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Happy Prince and Other Tales

Oscar Wilde

she could not get a wink of sleep

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. “As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,”

High above the city, on a tall column,

Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University.

Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"

The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.