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A rose from Homer’s grave
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A rose from Homer’s grave - Fairy Tale by Hans Christian Andersen

Reading time for children: 4 min

All the songs of the east speak of the love of the nightingale for the rose in the silent starlight night. The winged songster serenades the fragrant flowers.

Not far from Smyrna, where the merchant drives his loaded camels, proudly arching their long necks as they journey beneath the lofty pines over holy ground, I saw a hedge of roses. The turtle-dove flew among the branches of the tall trees, and as the sunbeams fell upon her wings, they glistened as if they were mother-of-pearl. On the rose-bush grew a flower, more beautiful than them all, and to her the nightingale sung of his woes; but the rose remained silent, not even a dewdrop lay like a tear of sympathy on her leaves. At last she bowed her head over a heap of stones, and said, „Here rests the greatest singer in the world; over his tomb will I spread my fragrance, and on it I will let my leaves fall when the storm scatters them. He who sung of Troy became earth, and from that earth I have sprung. I, a rose from the grave of Homer, am too lofty to bloom for a nightingale.“ Then the nightingale sung himself to death. A camel-driver came by, with his loaded camels and his black slaves; his little son found the dead bird, and buried the lovely songster in the grave of the great Homer, while the rose trembled in the wind.

The evening came, and the rose wrapped her leaves more closely round her, and dreamed: and this was her dream.

It was a fair sunshiny day; a crowd of strangers drew near who had undertaken a pilgrimage to the grave of Homer. Among the strangers was a minstrel from the north, the home of the clouds and the brilliant lights of the aurora borealis. He plucked the rose and placed it in a book, and carried it away into a distant part of the world, his fatherland. The rose faded with grief, and lay between the leaves of the book, which he opened in his own home, saying, „Here is a rose from the grave of Homer.“

Then the flower awoke from her dream, and trembled in the wind. A drop of dew fell from the leaves upon the singer’s grave. The sun rose, and the flower bloomed more beautiful than ever. The day was hot, and she was still in her own warm Asia. Then footsteps approached, strangers, such as the rose had seen in her dream, came by, and among them was a poet from the north; he plucked the rose, pressed a kiss upon her fresh mouth, and carried her away to the home of the clouds and the northern lights. Like a mummy, the flower now rests in his „Iliad,“ and, as in her dream, she hears him say, as he opens the book, „Here is a rose from the grave of Homer.“

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Informations for scientific analysis


Fairy tale statistics
Value
Translations deutsch
Readability Index by Björnsson34.6
Flesch-Reading-Ease Index77.3
Flesch–Kincaid Grade-Level8.3
Gunning Fog Index10.8
Coleman–Liau Index8.1
SMOG Index8.6
Automated Readability Index9.4
Character Count2.573
Letter Count1.999
Sentence Count21
Word Count493
Average Words per Sentence23,48
Words with more than 6 letters55
Percentage of long words11.2%
Number of Syllables616
Average Syllables per Word1,25
Words with three Syllables18
Percentage Words with three Syllables3.7%

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