There were soldiers, brothers, shouldered his gun, kept his eyes well to the front, wore the smartest red uniform
they heard in their new world, crying, “Soldiers, soldiers!” he differed from the rest he was made last, not quite enough left to finish him.
he stood well to become famous.
but the thing which caught eye was altogether charming, the prettiest thing a little maiden too, was cut but she wore a dress dainty little shoulders, brilliant her whole face.
stretching out both arms, for she was a dancer, and in the dance, so high into the air the soldier could see absolutely nothing
“That would be the very wife for me!” he thought; he could have a good lady, who continued without losing her balance.
soldiers, and the people Now was the time for fighting battles, soldiers rustled about turned somersaults, There was such a noise
the soldier and the dancer. She stood as stiff, arms spread out; he was equally firm on his leg, and he did not take his eyes off her for a moment.
pop! no!
the tin soldier feigned
In the morning, they put the soldier on the frame, a puff of wind, all at once burst open, and the soldier fell
The maidservant and the little boy ran down at once to look for him; they could not see.
to shout when he was in uniform.
the drops fell faster and faster, till there was a regular torrent.
“Look!” and sailed away down the gutter;
“Stop him, stop him, he hasn’t paid his toll! he hasn’t shown his pass!” the current grew stronger and stronger; the daylight before him at the end of the tunnel; but he also heard a roaring sound, strike terror to the bravest heart. rushed straight into him to shoot rapid.
He was so near the end now impossible to stop. dashed out;
the poor soldier held himself stiff no one should say of him that he even winced.
sank deeper and deeper. limper and limper, and at last he thought of the pretty little dancer, whom he was never to see again, and rang in his ears:— “Onward! Onward! Soldier! For death thou canst not shun.”
how dark it was; the soldier lay full length, shouldering his gun.
frantic movements. quite quiet, a flash like lightning some one called out loudly,
The fish had been caught, taken to market, sold, and brought She took soldier up by the waist, traveled about in the stomach of a fish; not at all proud.
She still stood You see she also was unbending. so much moved ready to shed tears
He looked at her, and she looked at him, but they said never a word. At this moment without rime or reason, threw him into the fire.
the warmth of his feelings, his perilous journey, it might have been from grief, who can tell?
He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.
caught the dancer and she fluttered like a sylph, straight into the fire, to the soldier, blazed up and was gone!
the soldier was reduced, took away the ashes she found all that was left black as a coal.
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shouldered his gun,
kept his eyes well to the front,
wore the smartest red uniform
they heard in their new world,
crying, “Soldiers, soldiers!”
he differed from the rest
he was made last,
not quite enough left to finish him.
he stood well to become famous.
but the thing which caught eye was altogether charming,
the prettiest thing
a little maiden too, was cut
but she wore a dress
dainty little shoulders,
brilliant
her whole face.
stretching out both arms,
for she was a dancer,
and in the dance,
so high into the air
the soldier could see absolutely nothing
“That would be the very wife for me!” he thought;
he could have a good lady,
who continued without losing her balance.
soldiers, and the people
Now was the time for fighting battles,
soldiers rustled about
turned somersaults,
There was such a noise
the soldier and the dancer.
She stood as stiff, arms spread out;
he was equally firm on his leg,
and he did not take his eyes off her for a moment.
pop!
no!
the tin soldier feigned
In the morning,
they put the soldier on the frame,
a puff of wind,
all at once burst open,
and the soldier fell
The maidservant and the little boy
ran down at once to look for him;
they could not see.
to shout when he was in uniform.
the drops fell faster and faster,
till there was a regular torrent.
“Look!”
and sailed away down the gutter;
“Stop him, stop him, he hasn’t paid his toll! he hasn’t shown his pass!”
the current grew stronger and stronger;
the daylight before him at the end of the tunnel;
but he also heard a roaring sound,
strike terror to the bravest heart.
rushed straight into him
to shoot rapid.
He was so near the end now
impossible to stop.
dashed out;
the poor soldier held himself stiff
no one should say of him that he even winced.
sank deeper and deeper.
limper and limper,
and at last
he thought of the pretty little dancer,
whom he was never to see again,
and rang in his ears:—
“Onward! Onward! Soldier!
For death thou canst not shun.”
how dark it was;
the soldier lay full length, shouldering his gun.
frantic movements.
quite quiet,
a flash like lightning
some one called out loudly,
The fish had been caught, taken to market, sold, and brought
She took soldier up by the waist, traveled about in the stomach of a fish; not at all proud.
She still stood
You see she also was unbending.
so much moved
ready to shed tears
He looked at her, and she looked at him,
but they said never a word.
At this moment
without rime or reason,
threw him into the fire.
the warmth of his feelings,
his perilous journey,
it might have been from grief, who can tell?
He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him;
and he felt that he was melting away,
but he still managed to keep himself erect,
shouldering his gun bravely.
caught the dancer and she fluttered like a sylph,
straight into the fire,
to the soldier,
blazed up and was gone!
the soldier was reduced,
took away the ashes
she found all that was left
black as a coal.
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