Anne Lisbeth

Anne Lisbeth's complexion was like peaches and cream; her eyes were bright, her teeth shiny white; she was young, gay, and beautiful to look upon; her steps were light and her mind was even lighter.

The Wind Tells About Valdemar Daae and His Daughters

When the wind sweeps over the grass, the blades of grass ripple like the water of a lake; and when it sweeps over the cornfield the ears of corn curl into waves like those on a lake; this is the dance of the Wind.

Ole, the Tower Keeper

"In this world things go up and down and down and up!" said Ole, the tower keeper.

The Girl Who Trod on the Loaf

You have probably heard of the girl who trod on a loaf so as not to soil her pretty shoes, and what misfortunes this brought upon her.

Children's Prattle

There was a large party for children at the house of the merchant; rich people's children and important people's children were all there.

The A-B-C Book

Once there was a man who wrote some new rhymes for the A-B-C Book -- two lines for each letter, just as in the old A-B-C Book. He believed the old rhymes were too antiquated, that something new was needed, and he thought well indeed of his own rhymes.

The Stone of the Wise Man

You know the story of Holge Danske, so we won't repeat it, but will ask you if you remember how "Holger Danske conquered the great land of India, eastward at the end of the world, to the tree called 'the Tree of the Sun,'" as Christen Pedersen says. Do you know Christen Pedersen? It makes no difference if you don't.

The Racers

A prize was offered -- or rather two prizes, a large one and a small one -- for the greatest speed shown, not just in one race, but by one who had been racing for the whole year.

The Marsh King's Daughter.

The storks tell many, many stories to their young ones, all about the bogs and marshes. In general each story is suited to the age and sense of the little storks.

The Old Oak Tree's Last Dream

In the woods, on a high bank near the open seashore, there stood such a very old oak tree. It was exactly 365 years old, but this long span of years seemed to the tree scarcely longer than as many days do to people like us.