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Oscar Wilde Selfish Giant Essay Writing

     Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.' The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.

     'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.'

     But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

     One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.

     What did he see?

     He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny.

     And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done.

     So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

     All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

     'But where is your little companion?' he said: 'the boy I put into the tree.' The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

     'We don't know,' answered the children; 'he has gone away.'

     'You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,' said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

     Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. 'How I would like to see him!' he used to say.

     Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. 'I have many beautiful flowers,' he said; 'but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.'

     One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

     Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

     Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

     'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.'

     'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of Love.'

     'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

     And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.'

     And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

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Oscar Wilde's Selfish Giant is a fantastic short story that has an aesthetic value and narrated in a lucid style.

Oscar Wilde’s ‘Selfish Giant’

‘Selfish Giant’ is one of the short stories beautifully written by Oscar Wilde.By reading this short story you will instantly enter into a beautiful garden and live their during winter and spring seasons. You cannot but admire and applaud when he describes the winter season as ‘spring asleep’ insinuatingly. This short review is only to drive you towards the original.

The moment you enter the garden you are astonished with the scenic beauty of it.There are oak trees blossom with beautiful and colorful flowers in the spring season and birds sing merrily. Children play in the garden by climbing on the trees and enjoying the birds singing.

The garden belongs to ‘The Selfish Giant’. He has been away for some time.When the Giant returns to his garden the trouble brews.

On entering his garden, the ‘Selfish Giant’ sees that the children are playing and enjoying in his garden. He asks the Children in a high commanding tone, ‘what are you doing here?’ Feeling terrific and frightened at his voice, the children run away from the garden..

‘Selfish Giant’ also sets up a sign board with the words: ‘Trespassers will be prosecuted’. Hence, thereafter, the children do not come to play in the garden for fear of facing‘Selfish Giant’.

Thereafter, winter (described by Oscar Wilde as ‘spring fast asleep’) comes to the garden and the season lasts longer. Beyond the compound of the garden, the season changes into spring, but in the ‘Giant’s garden’ it is winter.

The ‘Selfish Giant’ is even worried to see that the winter season lasts longer in his garden alone with frost lingering on. Suddenly, he is pleased to see a small boy standing inside his garden under a tree.He is too small to climb up a tree.The Giant runs towards the boy lifts him up on a tree.Pleased with the Giant’s act, the small boy even kisses him.Giant is also pleased very much to see that the tree in which the boy stands is abound with blossoming flowers.Spring has returned to this tree alone.The Giant also notes that when some other small boys trickle into his garden through a hole in the compound wall, spring season returns to the garden and birds begin to sing.

Now the ‘Selfish Giant’ realizes that where the real happiness lies. He dismantles the compound wall and allows the children freely into his garden.Once again the feeling of joy and spring season is restored to his garden. But to his dismay and shock, he finds that the tiny tot from whom he received a kiss is not seen and whose whereabouts are also not known. In fact the ‘Selfish Giant ‘ is longing for the arrival of the small boy.

Years roll by. The ‘Selfish Giant’ becomes old and fragile and is leaning in a chair.

One day, all of a sudden, he sees that the small boy is standing under a tree in a corner of his garden.The Giant runs towards him.He sees that the small boy has nail marks in his hands and legs. He tells the Giant that he has come to his garden just because he allowed a small boy into his garden.The ‘Selfish Giant’ is struck with awe and wonder ; unknowingly he kneels down before him.

The next day, the children who have come to play in the garden see that the ‘Selfish Giant’ lay dead in the garden under a tree and is covered with full of white flowers.

In the above story, you can see the mastery of Oscar Wilde’s story narrating skills and turn your mood according to the season.When you are inside the Giant’s garden you can feel the spring season when the children are playing and when they are driven away, you will enter into the winter season and you can even feel the shivering with cold.When the “Selfish Giant’ meets the small boy and kneels down before Him, you are filled with a sense of reverence and mysticism. And above all you feel that young children are really children of God and you should be liberal with them.When the ‘Selfish Giant’ lays dead in his garden, you have a feeling of sympathy for him.Hence, by all means, the story is really a classic in the real sense of the word.

As a true lover of a classic short story by Oscar Wilde, you may even feel sorry for him for all the sufferings that he underwent in his personal life, though they might be of his own making. But no one can deny that his short story ‘Selfish Giant’ has all the elements of a classicism in it.

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