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Title: Stories for the household
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian), 1805-1875 Dulcken, H. W. (Henry William), 1832-1894 Bayes, Alfred Walter, 1832-1909, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: London : G. Routledge and Sons

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hard times which were beginning, and of the difficulty of getting aliving in winter. It was just at the holy Christmas-time, when the Tree dreamed itsmost glorious dream. The Tree had a distinct feeling of the festive time, and fancied heheard the bells ringing from the churches all around ; and yet it seemedas if it were a fine summers day, mild and warm. Fresh and green liespread out his mighty crown; the sunbeams played among the twigsand the leaves ; the air was full of the fragrance of herbs and blossoms;gay butterflies chased each other to and fro. The ephemeral insectsdanced as if all the world were created merely for them to dance and bemerry in. All that the Tree had experienced for years and years, andthat had happened around him, seemed to pass by him again, as in afestive pageant. He saw the knights of ancient days ride by with theirnoble dames on gallant steeds, with plumes waving in their bonnets andfalcons on their wrists. The hunting horn sounded, a)?d the dogs barked.
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THE LOVERS AT TUB OLD OAK TEEE. He saw hostile warriors in coloured jerkins and with shining weapons,with spear and halbert, pitching their tents and striking them again.The watch-fires flamed up anew, and men sang and slept under thebranches of the Tree. He saw loving couples meeting near his trunk,happily, in the moonshine; and they cut the initials of their names inthe grey-green bark of his stem. Once—but long years had rolled bysince then—citherns and JEolian harps had been hung up on his boughsby merry wanderers ; now they hung there again, and once again theysounded in tones of marvellous sweetness. The wood pigeons cooed, asif they were telling what the Tree felt in all this, and the cuckoo calledout to tell him how many summer days he had yet to live. Then it appeared to him as if new life were rippling down into theremotest fibre of his root, and mounting up into his highest branches,to the tops of the leaves. The Tree felt that he was stretching andspreading himself, an

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