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The marsh king's daughter . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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She understood the speech of birds . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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It was he who pulled her down . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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7
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The Nile flood had retired . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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13
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There was a little bird that beat its wings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Placed the golden circuit about his neck . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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35
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The swallow soared high into the air . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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51
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'Thou poor little thing,' I said the field-mouse . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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52
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'This is just the wife for my son.' said the toad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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56
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Oh, how terrified was poor Tommelise . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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59
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That was the greatest of pleasures . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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65
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They carried the mirror from place to place . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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She wore a large hat, with most beautiful flowers painted on it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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79
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Gerda knew every flower in the garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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87
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Suddenly a large raven hopped upon the snow in front of her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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94
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Cabinet councillors were walking about barefooted . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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97
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And the nearer they were to the door the prouder they looked . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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102
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And flapped his black wings at the carriage till it was out of sight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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106
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She ran on as fast as she could . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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115
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She entered the large, cold, empty hall . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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119
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The elfin king's housekeeper . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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120
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The mer-king must be invited first . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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124
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They felt quite as if they were at home . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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127
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I will have thee myself to wife . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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132
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She was on the whole a sensible sort of lady . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The youngest was the most lovely . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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140
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They ate from their hands . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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148
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Many an evening she rose to the place . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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When the sun arose she awoke . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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164
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'Stork! stork! long-legged stork!' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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168
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And fetch one for each of the boys . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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'Oh! how pretty that is!' he would say . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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172
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Among the branches dwelt a nightingale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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177
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They admired the city, the palace, and the garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The chief imperial nightingale bringer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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He was quite as successful as the real nightingale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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So Elise took off her clothes and stepped into the water . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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And met an old woman with a basket full of berries . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Not a boat was to be seen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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There was only just room for her and them . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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204
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I must venture to the churchyard . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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212
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I have scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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213
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The old king himself went out to open it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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215
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And the pea was preserved in the cabinet of curiosities . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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And Karen was dressed very neatly . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Karen and the old lady walked to church . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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He sat there nodding at her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Dance she must, over field and meadow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Two rogues calling themselves weavers made their appearance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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'Oh, it is excellent!' replied the minister . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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As if in the act of holding something up . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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So now the emperor walked under his high canopy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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All cares and sorrows were forgotten by him who inhaled its fragrance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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'Ach! du lieber Augustin' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Will you tell us a story? asked the queen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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'But let it make us laugh,' said the king . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Their slippers flew about their ears . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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And thus the frog won the princess . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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'Say nothing for the present,' remarked the king . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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It may not be perfectly true . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The shepherdess and the chimney-sweeper . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The poor duckling was scorned by all . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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And the cat said, 'Can you purr?' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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And every one said, 'The new one is the best' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Beware of him, dear child! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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