The Selfish Giant part 1

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

Wilde
was bom in Dublin in 1854, the son of distinguished parents. His mother, Lady
Wilde, was famous for her volumes of Irish stories. Wilde went first to Trinity
College, Dublin, and later to Oxford. His first published work was a volume of
poems in 1881. From that time until 1895 he wrote plays, poems, essays, a
novel, and several short stories and fairy tales. Wilde’s jewelled style was
never employed to better purpose than in the group of tales from which The
Selfish Giant has been selected. In 1895 he was sentenced to two years’ hard
labour as a result of a notorious trial. After his release he travelled in
Italy and France, and died in 1900 at Paris.

The
Selfish Giant is reprinted, by permission of Mr. Philip Nutt, from The Happy
Prince and Other Tales, published by Gerald Duckworth and Co. 

The Selfish Giant

Every
afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in
the Giant’s garden.

It
was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass
stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach- trees that in
the Spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the
autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the
children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. “How happy we are
here!” they cried to each other.

One
day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and
had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had
said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he
determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw children playing
in the garden.

“What
are you doing there?” he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran
away.

“My
own garden is my own garden,” said the Giant; “anyone can understand that, and
I will allow nobody to play in it but myself. So he built a high wall all round
it, and put up a notice-board.

He
was a very selfish Giant.

The
poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the
road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They
used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about
the beautiful garden inside. “How happy we were there,” they said to each
other.

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