--- title: A Rose From Homer's Grave — Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen · full text with trees description: A Rose From Homer's Grave, «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: Al the songs of the east speak of the love of the nightingale for the rose in the silent starlight night. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/) / A Rose From Homer's Grave # A Rose From Homer's Grave A Rose From Homer's Grave of «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole text, 21 sentences and 494 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. - [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/1/) — Al the songs of the east speak of the love of the nightingale for the rose in the silent starlight night. - [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/2/) — The winged songster serenades the fragrant flowers. - [3](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/3/) — 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. - [4](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/4/) — 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. - [5](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/5/) — 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. - [6](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/6/) — 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. - [7](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/7/) — He who sung of Troy became earth, and from that earth I have sprung. - [8](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/8/) — I, a rose from the grave of Homer, am too lofty to bloom for a nightingale." - [9](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/9/) — Then the nightingale sung himself to death. - [10](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/10/) — 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. - [11](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/11/) — The evening came, and the rose wrapped her leaves more closely round her, and dreamed: and this was her dream. - [12](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/12/) — It was a fair sunshiny day; a crowd of strangers drew near who had undertaken a pilgrimage to the grave of Homer. - [13](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/13/) — Among the strangers was a minstrel from the north, the home of the clouds and the brilliant lights of the aurora borealis. - [14](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/14/) — He plucked the rose and placed it in a book, and carried it away into a distant part of the world, his fatherland. - [15](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/15/) — 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." - [16](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/16/) — Then the flower awoke from her dream, and trembled in the wind. - [17](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/17/) — A drop of dew fell from the leaves upon the singer's grave. - [18](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/18/) — The sun rose, and the flower bloomed more beautiful than ever. - [19](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/19/) — The day was hot, and she was still in her own warm Asia. - [20](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/20/) — 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. - [21](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/156/21/) — 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." - ← previous: [Everything in the Right Place](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/155/) - next →: [The Snail and the Rose-tree](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/157/) - ↑ back to [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/)