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快乐王子中英文对照中文版：夜幕低垂，星光闪烁，快乐王子，矗立城中，金箔披身，笑容满面，俯瞰众生，喜乐融融。
他无欲无求，善良无比，悲天悯人，舍己为人，宝剑插身，红心相伴，献身公益，快乐无穷。
白天里，他金光闪耀，夜晚时，他温暖如春，他关爱弱者，慷慨解囊，用爱和关怀，温暖人间。
寒冬将至，王子忧心，贫病交加，众生受苦，他毫不犹豫，献出自己，化作繁星，照亮人间。
英文版：The night falls, the stars shineThe Happy Prince stands in the cityGold foil covers his body, his face is full of smilesLooking down on life, happy and joyfulHe has no desires and is extremely kindSympathetic to the poor and willing to giveWith a sword in his body and a red heart by his side Devoting himself to public welfare, he has endless happinessDuring the day, he shines with goldAt night, he is as warm as springHe cares for the weak and gives generouslyUsing love and care to warm the worldWinter is approaching, the prince is worried Suffering from poverty and illness, all creatures suffer He gives himself without hesitationTurn into stars and illuminate the world。
快乐王子的故事英语范文
快乐王子的故事英语范文The Happy Prince's StoryOnce upon a time, in a city far away, there stood a magnificent statue of a prince. This prince was known as the Happy Prince, for he had a heart of gold and a smile that could light up the darkest of days. However, little did the people know that behind his shimmering exterior, the Happy Prince harbored a deep and profound sadness.The Happy Prince had spent his life in the palace, surrounded by luxury and comfort. He had never known the struggles of the common people, nor had he ever experienced the harsh realities of the world beyond the palace walls. But all that changed when he was transformed into a statue, forever frozen in time and placed atop a tall column in the center of the city.From his lofty perch, the Happy Prince could see the suffering and misery of the people below. He saw the poor struggling to make ends meet, the sick and the elderly in dire need of help, and the children shivering in the cold. His heart, once filled with joy, now ached with sorrow.One day, a small swallow, who had been delayed on his journey to warmer climates, landed on the statue's outstretched arm. The swallow was enchanted by the prince's beauty and the jewels that adorned his form, but he was also struck by the sadness in the prince's eyes.The swallow asked the Happy Prince, "Why do you look so sad, my friend? You are the most beautiful statue I have ever seen, and yet your eyes are filled with tears."The Happy Prince replied, "I am not sad for myself, but for the suffering of my people. I can see their pain and their struggles, and it breaks my heart. If only I could help them, but I am trapped here, unable to move or to do anything to ease their burdens."The swallow was moved by the prince's words and decided to stay and help him. Together, they devised a plan to distribute the prince's jewels and precious metals to the poor and needy.Day after day, the swallow would pluck the jewels from the prince's robe and his eyes, and carry them to the homes of the poor. He would bring food to the hungry, warm clothing to the shivering, and medicine to the sick. The people marveled at the generosity of the Happy Prince, and their hearts were filled with gratitude.As the days turned into weeks, the swallow's own health began to decline. The cold weather and the strain of his constant work had taken a toll on him, and he knew that he would not be able to continue his journey south. But he refused to abandon the Happy Prince, for he had grown to love the sad and selfless prince.One bitterly cold night, the swallow finally succumbed to the elements and died, nestled at the feet of the Happy Prince. The Happy Prince, heartbroken at the loss of his loyal friend, shed his last two tears, which fell upon the dead swallow's body.The next morning, the city officials came to inspect the statue, and they were shocked to find that the Happy Prince had been stripped of his jewels and precious metals. They were outraged at the apparent vandalism, and they ordered the statue to be taken down and melted.But as the statue was being dismantled, the workers discovered the body of the dead swallow, and they realized that the Happy Prince had given away his wealth to help the less fortunate. They were moved by the prince's selfless acts of kindness, and they decided to bury the swallow and the prince's remains in the city's most sacred and hallowed ground.From that day on, the people of the city revered the memory of the Happy Prince, and they told his story to their children and grandchildren, reminding them of the power of compassion and the importance of using one's wealth and privilege to help those in need.The Happy Prince's story has endured through the ages, inspiring countless others to follow in his footsteps and to use their own blessings and resources to make the world a better place. For in the end, true happiness is not found in material wealth or worldly possessions, but in the act of selflessly giving to others and making a positive difference in the lives of those around us.。
THE HAPPY PRINCE——快乐王子英文原著
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The Happy Prince and Other Tales1 THE HAPPY PRINCEHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes hehad two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gaina reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not."Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother ofher little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince neverdreams of crying for anything.""I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,"muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue."He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they cameout of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores."How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have neverseen one.""Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did notapprove of children dreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends hadgone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for hewas in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in thespring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and hadbeen so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her."Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and roundher, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This2 The Happy Prince and Other Taleswas his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer."It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she hasno money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite fullof Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever thewind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that sheis domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.""Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reedshook her head, she was so attached to her home."You have been trifling with me," he cried. "I am off to the Pyramids.Good-bye!" and he flew away.All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. "Whereshall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has made preparations."Then he saw the statue on the tall column."I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince."I have a golden bedroom," he said softly to himself as he lookedround, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his headunder his wing a large drop of water fell on him. "What a curious thing!"he cried; "there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."Then another drop fell."What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?" he said; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up,and saw - Ah! what did he see?The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were3 The Happy Prince and Other Talesrunning down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity."Who are you?" he said."I am the Happy Prince.""Why are you weeping then?" asked the Swallow; "you have quitedrenched me.""When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "I didnot know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans- Souci, wheresorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with mycompanions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the GreatHall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to askwhat lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtierscalled me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure behappiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they haveset me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery ofmy city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose butweep.""What! is he not solid gold?" said the Swallow to himself. He wastoo polite to make any personal remarks out loud."Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, andthrough it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn,and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is aseamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball.In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has afever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him butriver water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will younot bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.""I am waited for in Egypt," said the Swallow. "My friends are flyingup and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus- flowers. Soon they4 The Happy Prince and Other Taleswill go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself inhis painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed withspices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands arelike withered leaves.""Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not staywith me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.""I don't think I like boys," answered the Swallow. "Last summer,when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller'ssons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, ofcourse; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of afamily famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect."But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry."It is very cold here," he said; "but I will stay with you for one night, andbe your messenger.""Thank you, little Swallow," said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword, andflew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. Abeautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. "How wonderful thestars are," he said to her, "and how wonderful is the power of love!""I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball," sheanswered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy."He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts ofthe ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargainingwith each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last hecame to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly onhis bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped,and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman's thimble. Then heflew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings.5 The Happy Prince and Other Tales"How cool I feel," said the boy, "I must be getting better"; and he sank intoa delicious slumber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him whathe had done. "It is curious," he remarked, "but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.""That is because you have done a good action," said the Prince. Andthe little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. "What a remarkable phenomenon," said the Professor of Ornithology as he waspassing over the bridge. "A swallow in winter!" And he wrote a longletter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand."To-night I go to Egypt," said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long timeon top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped,and said to each other, "What a distinguished stranger!" so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. "Have youany commissions for Egypt?" he cried; "I am just starting.""Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?""I am waited for in Egypt," answered the Swallow. "To-morrow myfriends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon.All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract."Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered6The Happy Prince and Other Talesviolets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.""I will wait with you one night longer," said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. "Shall I take him another ruby?""Alas! I have no ruby now," said the Prince; "my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out ofIndia a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him.He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.""Dear Prince," said the Swallow, "I cannot do that"; and he began to weep."Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to thestudent's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young manhad his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets."I am beginning to be appreciated," he cried; "this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play," and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on themast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. "Heave a-hoy!" they shouted as each chest came up."I am going to Egypt"! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and whenthe moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince."I am come to bid you good-bye," he cried."Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?""It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soon be7The Happy Prince and Other Taleshere. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and thecrocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you,but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shallbe redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.""In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands a littlematch-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money,and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will notbeat her.""I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.""Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. "What a lovely bit of glass," cried the little girl; and she ran home,laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. "You are blind now," hesaid, "so I will stay with you always.""No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince, "you must go away to Egypt.""I will stay with you always," said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet.All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, whostand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the8The Happy Prince and Other Talesdesert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by theside of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships alarge crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sailover a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies."Dear little Swallow," said the Prince, "you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there."So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich makingmerry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving childrenlooking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. "How hungry we are!" they said. "You must not lie here,"shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen."I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy."Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have bread now!" they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streetslooked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave9The Happy Prince and Other Talesthe Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside thebaker's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himselfwarm by flapping his wings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength tofly up to the Prince's shoulder once more. "Good-bye, dear Prince!" he murmured, "will you let me kiss your hand?""I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow," said the Prince, "you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips,for I love you.""It is not to Egypt that I am going," said the Swallow. "I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snappedright in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column helooked up at the statue: "Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!"he said."How shabby indeed!" cried the Town Councillors, who always agreedwith the Mayor; and they went up to look at it."The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer," said the Mayor in fact, "he is litttle beter than a beggar!""Little better than a beggar," said the Town Councillors."And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!" continued the Mayor. "We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed todie here." And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is nolonger beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University.10The Happy Prince and Other TalesThen they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held ameeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. "We must have another statue, of course," he said, "and it shall be a statue of myself.""Of myself," said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still."What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at thefoundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We mustthrow it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallowwas also lying."Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird."You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradisethis little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me."11The Happy Prince and Other TalesTHE NIGHTINGALE AND THEROSE"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,"cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered."No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I haveread all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophyare mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.""Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I toldhis story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion hasmade his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.""The Prince gives a ball to-morrow night," murmured the youngStudent, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red roseshe will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall holdher in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and herhand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so Ishall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me,and my heart will break.""Here indeed is the true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of,he suffers - what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals.Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the12The Happy Prince and Other Talesmarketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it beweighed out in the balance for gold.""The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the soundof the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her.But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her"; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept."Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air."Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam."Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice."He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale. "For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."But the Tree shook its head."My roses are white," it answered; "as white as the foam of the sea,and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother whogrows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."13The Happy Prince and Other TalesSo the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing roundthe old sun-dial."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."But the Tree shook its head."My roses are yellow," it answered; "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodilthat blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. Butgo to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window, and perhaps hewill give you what you want."So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growingbeneath the Student's window."Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."But the Tree shook its head."My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, andredder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, andthe storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.""One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?""There is away," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you.""Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid.""If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing tome with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me,and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow intomy veins, and become mine.""Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to 14The Happy Prince and Other Taleswatch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed throughthe grove.The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes."Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame- coloured are his wings, andcoloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and hisbreath is like frankincense."The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew thethings that are written down in books.But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches."Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall feel very lonely whenyou are gone."So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-。
快乐王子英文版
The Happy PrinceOscar WildeHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. ‘He is as beautiful as a weathercock,’ remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; ‘only not quite so useful,’ he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.‘Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?’ asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.’‘I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,’ muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.‘He looks just like an angel,’ said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.‘How do you know?’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.’‘Ah! but we have, in our dreams,’ answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.‘It is a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has no money, and far too many relations;’ and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said, ‘and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.’ And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, ‘but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.’‘Will you come away with me?’ he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.‘You have been trifling with me,’ he cried, ‘I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!’ and he flew away.All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I put up?’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations.’Then he saw the statue on the tall col umn. ‘I will put up there,’ he cried; ‘it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.‘I have a golden bedroom,’ he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. ‘What a curious thing!’ he cried, ‘there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.’Then another drop fell.‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?’ he said; ‘I must look for a good chimney-pot,’ and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.‘Who are you?’ he said.‘I am the Happy Prince.’‘Why are you weeping then?’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me.’‘When I was alive and had a human heart,’ answered the statue, ‘I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very loftywall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.’‘What, is he not solid gold?’ said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.‘Far away,’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ said the Swallow. ‘My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.’‘I don’t think I like boys,’ answered the Swallow. ‘Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.’But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘It is very cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.’‘Thank you, little Swallow,’ said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘How wonderful the stars are,’ he said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love!’‘I hope my dress will be ready in time for the Stat e-ball,’ she answered; ‘I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.’He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel,’ said the boy, ‘I must be getting better;’ and he sank into a delicious slumber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. ‘It is curious,’ he remarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.’‘That is because you have done a good action,’ said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable phenomenon,’ said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. ‘A swallow in winter!’ And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.‘To-night I go to Egypt,’ said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, ‘What a distinguished stranger!’ so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Have you any commissions for Egypt?’ he cried; ‘I am just starting.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ answered the Swallow. ‘To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the prince, ‘far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There i s no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.’‘I will wait with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby?’‘Alas! I have no ruby now,’ said the Prince; ‘my eyes are all that I have lef t. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.’‘Dear Prince,’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that;’ and he began to weep.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.‘I am beginning to be appreciated,’ he cried; ‘this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,’ and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. ‘Heave a-hoy!’ they shouted as each chest came up. ‘I am going to Egypt!’ cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.‘I am come to bid you good-bye,’ he cried.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘It is winter,’ answered the Swallow, ‘and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.’‘In the square below,’ said the Happy Prince, ‘there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.’‘I will stay with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, ‘but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and dar ted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘What a lovely bit of glass,’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind now,’ he said, ‘so I will stay with you always.’‘No, little Swallow,’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.’‘I will stay with you always,’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him st ories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.‘Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.’So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are!’ they said. ‘You must not lie here,’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the Prince, ‘you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.’Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. ‘We have bread now!’ they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door where the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will you let me kiss your hand?’‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.’‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: ‘Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!’ he said.‘How shabby indeed!’ cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it.‘The ruby has fallen out of his swo rd, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar!’‘Little better than a beggar’ said the Town councillors.‘And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!’ continued the Mayor. ‘We must reall y issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.’ And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,’ said the Art Professor at th e University.Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. ‘We must have another statue, of course,’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.’‘Of myself,’ sa id each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.‘What a strange thing!’ said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it aw ay.’ So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.‘You have rightly chosen,’ said God, ‘for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.’。
Thehappyprince快乐王子(翻译),
快乐的王子《快乐王子与其他传说》(1888)奥斯卡 ?王尔德在城市的高处，一根高高的柱子上立着快乐王子的雕像。
他全身都镀上了薄薄的金箔，因为他的眼睛上有两颗明亮的蓝宝石，剑柄上还有一颗大的红宝石。
他确实很受钦佩。
“他美得像风标一样，”一位议员说。
“只是没有那么有用，”他补充说，担心人们会认为他不实用，而他真的不实用。
“你为什么不能像快乐王子一样呢?”一个聪明的母亲问。
“快乐王子从来没有想过要哭什么。
”“我很高兴世界上有这么一个人很快乐，”一个失望的人看着那座美丽的雕像喃喃道。
“他看上去就像个天使，”孩子们穿着鲜红的斗篷，戴着干净的白色连衫裙走出教堂时说。
“你怎么知道的 ?”数学大师说，“你从来没见过。
”“啊 !但是，在我们的梦里，我们有，”孩子们回答说 ;数学老师皱起了眉头，看上去很严厉，因为他不赞成孩子们做梦。
一天晚上，一只小燕子飞过了这座城市。
他的朋友六个星期前去了埃及，但他留在了那里，因为他爱上了最美丽的芦苇。
他是在春天的早些时候遇到她的，当时他正飞下河去追赶一只黄色的大飞蛾。
“我爱你吗 ?”燕子说，他喜欢马上说到点子上，芦苇向他深深地鞠了一躬。
于是他就在她的周围飞来飞去，用他的翅膀拍打着水面，荡起了银色的涟漪。
这是他的求爱期，而且持续了整个夏天。
“这是一种可笑的依恋，”另一只燕子呢喃着说 ; “她没有钱，亲戚太多”;的确，河里长满了芦苇。
然后，当秋天来临时，他们都飞走了。
他们走了以后，他感到孤独，开始厌倦他的爱人。
“她不说话，”他说，“我怕她是一个卖弄风情的人，因为她总是和风打情骂俏。
”当然，无论什么时候刮风，芦苇都会行最优雅的屈膝礼。
“我承认她是家庭主妇，”他接着说，“但我喜欢旅行，因此我的妻子也应该喜欢旅行。
” “你愿意和我一起走吗 ?”他终于对她说 ;但是芦苇摇了摇头，她是如此依恋她的家。
“你跟我开玩笑来着，”他叫道。
“我要去金字塔了。
”说完他就飞走了。
他飞了一整天，到了晚上就到了城里。
快乐王子的故事英语范文
快乐王子的故事英语范文The Happy Prince is a beautiful and poignant storywritten by the renowned author Oscar Wilde. It tells the story of a statue of a prince, covered in gold and jewels, who overlooks the city below. Despite his gilded exterior, the prince is filled with compassion for the suffering of the people he watches from his pedestal.One day, a swallow rests at the feet of the Happy Prince and notices his tears. The prince explains that he can see the poverty and misfortune in the city and wishes to help those in need. The swallow, moved by the prince's generosity, decides to stay and assist him in distributing his jewels and gold to the poor.As the prince and the swallow work together, they encounter a series of characters who represent different aspects of society. They help a seamstress in need of moneyfor her sick child, a playwright who struggles to create his masterpiece, and a little match girl shivering in the cold. Each act of kindness brings joy to the prince and the swallow, despite the sacrifices they must make.However, as winter approaches, the swallow begins to weaken from the cold. The prince, seeing his friend's suffering, tells the swallow to take his last ruby and giveit to a poor family in need. The swallow complies, but as he does, he succumbs to the cold and falls dead at the prince's feet.In the end, an angel descends from heaven and takes the prince and the swallow to paradise. The city mourns the lossof the beautiful statue, but the mayor decides to melt itdown and use the gold for more practical purposes. However,as the workers attempt to remove the statue, they find thatthe heart of the prince is still intact, as it is made oflead and cannot be melted away.The Happy Prince teaches us about the importance of compassion, selflessness, and the true value of wealth. Through the prince's sacrifice and the swallow's loyalty, we see the beauty of kindness and the power of love. It is a timeless story that reminds us of the importance of looking beyond appearances and caring for those in need.。
快乐王子英语绘本外研版
快乐王子英语绘本外研版The statue of the Happy Prince stands high above the city on a tall stone pillar. His whole body was covered with thin leaves of gold, his eyes were made of bright sapphires, and in the hilt of his sword was a large, shining red stone.The world admired him greatly. "He's as pretty as a weathercock," said one of the aldermen, who wanted to show that he had a taste for art, and then added, fearing that he would be seen as impractical, which he really was:"It's just not as practical as a weathervane.""Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" Cried a wise mother to her LITTLE girl crying FOR THE MOON as she ran home laughing.Then the swallow came back to the prince. "You are blind now," said the swallow, "and I will stay with you forever.""No, little Swallow," said the poor prince, "you must go to Egypt.""I will always stay with you," said the Swallow, and he fell asleep at the prince's feet.All the next day he sat on the prince's shoulder and told him what he had seen and heard in foreign lands. He told him about the red ibises that stood in a long line on the banks of the Nile and caught the goldfish with their sharp beaks; And of the Sphinx, who has lived as long as the world, who lives in the desert, who knows everything about the world; He told of the merchants, who walked slowly with their camels, with their prayer beads in their hands; He spoke of the king of the Moon Mountain, who was as black as ebony, and worshipped a great crystal; He told of the great green snake that slept in the palm tree, and asked twenty monks to feed it with cakes made of honey; And he talked about the little men who swam up and down the lakes on big flat leaves and were always at war with butterflies."'Dear little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'you have told me many wonderful things, but more wonderful still are the sufferings of those men and women. There is nothing more miraculous than suffering. Fly over my city, little swallow, and tell me what you see up there." .So the swallow flew over the city, and saw the rich peoplemaking merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates and starving. He flew down the dark lane and saw the pale faces of hungry children looking listlessly down the dark street, and in the hollow of a bridge two children were hugging each other to keep each other warm. "We are so hungry," they said. "You must not lie here," sighed the watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.Then he flew back and told the prince what he had seen."I am covered with fine pieces of gold," said the prince. "Take them off, piece by piece, and give them to my poor people. The living believe that gold will make them happy."The swallow picked off the pure golden leaves one by one, until the Happy Prince was gray and no light. He took these again The leaves of pure gold were given one by one to the poor, and the faces of the children were flushed, and they played games in the streets with joy. "We have bread now!" cried the children.Then came the snow, and after the snow came the cold. The streets looked white, like silver, bright and dazzling; Long icicles hung from the eaves like crystal swords. Everyone put on fur coatsand the children put on red hats and went skating outdoors.The poor little swallow felt colder and colder, but he did not want to leave the prince. He loved the prince so much. When the baker was not looking, he took some crumbs from the bakery door to satisfy his hunger and flapped his wings to keep warm.But at last he knew he was going to die. He had only enough strength left to reach the prince's shoulders once more. "Good-bye, dear Prince," he murmured. "Will you let me kiss your hand again?"'I am glad you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,' said the prince. 'You have stayed here too long. But kiss me on the lips, because I love you.""I am not going to Egypt," said the Swallow. "I am going to the house of Death. Death is the brother of sleep, isn't it?"Then he kissed the happy Prince on the lips, and fell dead at his feet.At that moment there was a strange cracking sound inside the statue, as if something had broken. It was the prince's lead heart that had split in two. It was a dreadfully cold winter's day, The next morning the mayor, accompanied by the aldermen,took a walk down into the square. As they passed the columns, the Mayor looked up at the statue. How could the Happy Prince look so ugly 1 he said."It is very ugly," cried the aldermen, who were usually in the same tone as the mayor. "Then everyone stepped forward to have a closer look."The ruby has fallen from his hilt, the sapphire eyes are gone, and he is no longer gold," said the mayor. "In fact, he is no better than a beggar"Not much better than beggars, indeed," agreed the aldermen."And there was a dead bird lying at his feet." The mayor continued, "We should really put out a statement banning birds from dying in this place." So the city clerk made a note of the suggestion.Then they took down the statue of the Happy Prince. "Since he is no longer beautiful, he is no longer useful," said the university art professor.Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the mayor called a meeting of the city to decide what to do with the metal. Of course,we must make another statue." "That should be my statue," he said."My statue," each alderman argued, and they quarrelled. The last time I heard anyone speak of them, they were still quarrelling."What a curious thing!" said the foreman of the foundry. "This cracked lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We had to throw it away." They threw it into the rubbish, where the dead swallow lay."Bring me the two most precious things in the city," God said to one of his angels. So the angel brought the lead heart and the dead bird back to God."You have chosen well," said God, "for in my garden of heaven the birds will sing forever, and in my castle of gold the happy Prince will praise me to his heart's content."。
快乐王子英文版.doc
The Happy PrinceOscar WildeHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. ‘He is as beautiful as a weathercock,’ remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; ‘only not quite so useful,’ he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.‘Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?’ asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.’‘I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,’ muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.‘He looks just like an angel,’ said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.‘How do you know?’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.’‘Ah! but we have, in our dreams,’ answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.‘It is a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has no money, and far too many relations;’ and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said, ‘and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.’ And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, ‘but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.’‘Will you come away with me?’ he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.‘You have been trifling with me,’ he cried, ‘I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!’ and he flew away.All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I put up?’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations.’Then he saw the statue on the tall col umn. ‘I will put up there,’ he cried; ‘it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.‘I have a golden bedroom,’ he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. ‘What a curious thing!’ he cried, ‘there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.’Then another drop fell.‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?’ he said; ‘I must look for a good chimney-pot,’ and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.‘Who are you?’ he said.‘I am the Happy Prince.’‘Why are you weeping then?’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me.’‘When I was alive and had a human heart,’ answered the statue, ‘I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very loftywall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.’‘What, is he not solid gold?’ said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.‘Far away,’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ said the Swallow. ‘My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.’‘I don’t think I like boys,’ answered the Swallow. ‘Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.’But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘It is very cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.’‘Thank you, little Swallow,’ said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘How wonderful the stars are,’ he said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love!’‘I hope my dress will be ready in time for the Stat e-ball,’ she answered; ‘I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.’He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel,’ said the boy, ‘I must be getting better;’ and he sank into a delicious slumber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. ‘It is curious,’ he remarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.’‘That is because you have done a good action,’ said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable phenomenon,’ said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. ‘A swallow in winter!’ And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.‘To-night I go to Egypt,’ said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, ‘What a distinguished stranger!’ so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Have you any commissions for Egypt?’ he cried; ‘I am just starting.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ answered the Swallow. ‘To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the prince, ‘far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There i s no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.’‘I will wait with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby?’‘Alas! I have no ruby now,’ said the Prince; ‘my eyes are all that I have lef t. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.’‘Dear Prince,’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that;’ and he began to weep.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.‘I am beginning to be appreciated,’ he cried; ‘this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,’ and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. ‘Heave a-hoy!’ they shouted as each chest came up. ‘I am going to Egypt!’ cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.‘I am come to bid you good-bye,’ he cried.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘It is winter,’ answered the Swallow, ‘and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.’‘In the square below,’ said the Happy Prince, ‘there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.’‘I will stay with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, ‘but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and dar ted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘What a lovely bit of glass,’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind now,’ he said, ‘so I will stay with you always.’‘No, little Swallow,’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.’‘I will stay with you always,’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him st ories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.‘Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.’So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are!’ they said. ‘You must not lie here,’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the Prince, ‘you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.’Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. ‘We have bread now!’ they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door where the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will you let me kiss your hand?’‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.’‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: ‘Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!’ he said.‘How shabby indeed!’ cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it.‘The ruby has fallen out of his swo rd, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar!’‘Little better than a beggar’ said the Town councillors.‘And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!’ continued the Mayor. ‘We must reall y issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.’ And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,’ said the Art Professor at th e University.Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. ‘We must have another statue, of course,’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.’‘Of myself,’ sa id each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.‘What a strange thing!’ said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it aw ay.’ So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.‘You have rightly chosen,’ said God, ‘for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.’。
《快乐王子》剧本英文文档
(1)High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold，for eyes he had two brightsapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.(2)He was very much admired indeed. “He is as beautiful as a weathercock,”remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; “only not quite so useful,” he added, fearing lest peopleshould think him unpractical which he really was not.(3)“Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?” asked a sensible mother of herlittle boy who was crying for the moon. “The Happy Prince never dreams of cryingfor anything.”(4)“I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,” muttered adisappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.(5)“He looks just like an angel,”said the Charity Children as they came outof the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.(6)(7) “Ah! But we have, in our dreams,” answere d the children; andtheMathematical Master frowned and looked very sever, for he did not approve ofchildren dreaming.(8) One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, forhe was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big tallow moth, and had been so attracted by her slenderwaist that he had stopped to talk to her.(9) “Shall I love you?” sai d the Swallow, who liked to come to the point atonce, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round an round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was hiscourtship, and it lasted all through the summer.(10) “It is a ridiculous attachment,” twittered the other Swallows;“she has nomoney, and far too many relations”; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds.Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.(11) After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of hislady-love.“She has no conversation,” he said, “and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.” And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reedmade the most graceful curtseys, “I admit that she is domestic,”he continued,“but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.”(12) “Will you come away with me?” he said finally to her; but the Reedshook her head, she was so attached to her home.(13)(14)All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city, “Where shall Iput up?” he said: “I hope the town has made preparations.”(15)Then he saw the statue on the tall column.(16) “I will put up there,”he cried; “it is a fine position, with plenty of freshair.” So h e alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.(17) “I have a golden bedroom,”he said softly to himself as he looked round,and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under hiswing a large drop of water fell on him.(18)Then another drop fell.(19) “What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?” he said, “I mustlook for a good chimney-pot,” and he determined to fly away.(20) But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up,and saw—Ah! What did he see?(21)The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight thatthe little Swallow was filled with pity.(22) (23) (24) “(25)(26) “What! Is he not solid gold?”said the Swallow to himself. He was toopolite to make any personal remarks out loud.(27) (28) (29) (30)(31) But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry.“It is very cold here,” he said; “but I will stay with you for one night, and be yourmessenger.”(32) (33)So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, andflew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.(34)He passed by the cathedral tower, where the wihte marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing.A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. “How wonderful the stars are,” hesaid to her, “and how wonderful is the power of love!”(35)(36) He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poorhouse and looked in. the boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the rable veside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. “How cool I feel,” said the boy, “I must begetting better;” and he sank into a delicious slumber.(37) Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. “It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it isso cold.”(38) “That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince. And thelittle Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made himsleepy.(39)When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. “Whataremarkable phenomenon,” said the Prof essor of Ornithology as he was passingover the bridge. “A swallow in winter!” And he wrote a long letter about it to thelocal newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that theycould not understand.(40) “To-night I go to Egypt, “said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at theprospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped and said to each other,“What a distinguished stranger!” so he en joyed himself very much.(41) When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. “Have you anycommissions for Egypt?” he cried; “I am just starting.”(42)(43) (44)(45) “I will wait with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, who really had agoo d heart. “Shall I take him another ruby?”(46) (47) “Dear Prince,” said the Swallow, “I cannot do that”; and he began toweep.(48) (49) So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eyes, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, a s there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets. (50) (51) The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. “Heave a-boy!” they shouted as each chest came up. “I am going to Egypt!”cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back tothe Happy Prince.(52)(53)(54) (55) (56)(57)(58) So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, anddarted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. “What a lovely bit of glass,” cried the little girl; and she ranhome, laughing.(59) Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. “You are blind now,” he said, “soI will stay with you always.”(60) “No, little Swallow,” said the poor Prince, “you must go away to Egypt.”(61) “I will stay with you always,” said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’sfeet.(62) All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with thebutterflies.(63) (64) So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. “How hungry we are!” theysa id. “You must not lie here,” shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out intothe rain.(65) Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.(66)(67) Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off,till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and playedgames in the street. “We have bread now!” they cried.(68) Then the snow came and after the snow came the frost. Thestreets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eavesof the houses, everybody went aboutin furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.(69) The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave thePrince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside thebaker’s door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping hiswings.(70) But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up toGood-bye, dear Prince!” he murmured, “will the Prince’s shoulder once more. “you let me kiss your hand?”(71) (72) (73) And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead athis feet.(74) At the moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if somethinghad broken. The fact is that the leaden hear had snapped right in two. Itcertainly was a dreadfully hard frost.(75) Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up atthe statue: “Dear me! How shabby the Happy Prince looks!” he said.(76) “How shabby indeed!” cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed withthe Mayor; and they went up to look at it.(77)(78)(79) “And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!” continued the Mayor. “We mustreally issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.” And theTown Clerk made a note of the suggestion.(80) So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. “As he is no longerbeautiful he is no longer useful,” said the Art Professor at the University.(81) Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. “We must haveanother statue, of course,” he said, “and it shall be a statue of myself.”(82)“Of myself,” said each of the Town Councilors, and they quarreled.When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.(83)“What a strange thing!” said the overseer of the workmen atthe foundry. “This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.” So theythrew it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.(84)“Bring me the two most precious things in the city,” said God to one of HisAngels; and the angels brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird. (85)“You have rightly chosen,” said God, “for in my garden of Paradise this little。
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The Happy Prince令狐文艳Oscar WildeHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. ‘He is as be autiful as a weathercock,’ remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; ‘only not quite so useful,’ he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.‘Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?’ asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.’‘I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,’ muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.‘He looks just like an angel,’ said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.‘How do you know?’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.’‘Ah! but we have, in our dreams,’ answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.‘It is a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has no money, and far too many relations;’ and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away. After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said, ‘and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.’ And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, ‘but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.’‘Will you come away with me?’ he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.‘You have been trifling with me,’ he cried, ‘I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!’ and he flew away.All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I put up?’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations.’Then he saw the statue on the tall column. ‘I will put up there,’ he cried; ‘it is a fine position withplenty of fresh air.’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.‘I have a golden bedroom,’ he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. ‘What a curious thing!’ he cried, ‘there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.’Then another drop fell.‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?’ he said; ‘I must look for a good chimney-pot,’ and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.‘Who are you?’ he said.‘I am the Happy Prince.’‘Why are you weeping then?’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me.’‘When I was alive and had a human heart,’ answered the statue, ‘I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so highthat I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.’‘What, is he not solid gold?’ said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.‘Far away,’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ said the Swallow. ‘My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.’‘I don’t think I like boys,’ a nswered the Swallow. ‘Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who werealways throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.’But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘It is very cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.’‘Thank you, little Swallow,’ said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘How wonderful the stars are,’ he said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love!’‘I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,’ she answered; ‘I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.’He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then h e flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel,’ said the boy, ‘I must be getting better;’ and he sank into a delicious slumber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. ‘It is curious,’ heremarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.’‘That is because you have done a good action,’ said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy. When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable phenomenon,’ said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. ‘A swallow in winter!’ And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.‘To-night I go to Egypt,’ said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows ch irruped, and said to each other, ‘What a distinguished stranger!’ so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Have you any commissions for Egypt?’ he cried; ‘I am just starting.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ answered the Swallow. ‘To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the prince, ‘far away across the city I see a young man in agarret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has m ade him faint.’‘I will wait with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby?’‘Alas! I have no ruby now,’ said the Prince; ‘my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.’‘Dear Prince,’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that;’ and he began to weep.‘Swallow,Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.‘I am beginning to be appreciated,’ he cried; ‘this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,’ and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. ‘Heave a-hoy!’ they shouted as each chest came up.‘I am going to Egypt!’ cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.‘I am come to bid you good-bye,’ he cried.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘It is winter,’ answered the Swallow, ‘and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.’‘In the square below,’ said the Happy Prince, ‘there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.’‘I will stay with you one night longer,’ said th e Swallow, ‘but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘What a lovely bit of glass,’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind now,’ he said, ‘so I will stay with you always.’‘No, little Swallow,’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.’‘I will stay with you always,’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.‘Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.’So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are!’ they said. ‘You must not lie here,’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the Prince, ‘you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.’Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. ‘We have bread now!’ they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the ba ker’s door where the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will y ou let me kiss your hand?’‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.’‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am go ing to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: ‘Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!’ he said.‘How shabby indeed!’ cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it.‘The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar!’‘Little better than a beggar’ said the Town councillors.‘And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!’ continued the Mayor. ‘We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.’ And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,’ said the Art Professor at the University. Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. ‘We must have another statue, of course,’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.’‘Of myself,’ said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.‘What a strange thing!’ said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.’ Sothey threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.‘You have rightly chosen,’ said God, ‘for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.’。
快乐王子的故事英语范文
快乐王子的故事英语范文Once upon a time, in a city of splendor, stood a statue of the Happy Prince. He was adorned with gold and precious gems, and he watched over the city with a kind heart.From his high perch, the Happy Prince saw the poverty and suffering of the people below. He longed to help them, but he was a statue, unable to move or speak.One day, a small swallow, who was late for his journey to Egypt, landed on the statue. The Happy Prince pleaded with the swallow to stay and help him deliver his golden leaves and precious stones to those in need.The swallow, moved by the prince's compassion, agreed to help. Together, they brought warmth and hope to the cold and the poor. The golden leaves were given to the shivering children, and the precious stones to those who had lost their way.As winter approached, the Happy Prince's riches dwindled, but his heart remained full. The swallow, too, grew weak from the cold, but he refused to leave his friend.Finally, the Happy Prince was left with nothing but his leaden heart. The swallow, now too weak to fly, perished at the statue's feet.In the spring, the statue was removed, and the Happy Prince's heart was found. It was still warm, a testament to the love and kindness it had shared.The Happy Prince's story is one of sacrifice and love. It teaches us that true happiness comes from helping others, no matter the cost.。
快乐王子的故事英语范文
快乐王子的故事英语范文The Happy Prince is a fairy tale written by Oscar Wilde which tells the story of a statue of a prince who was once alive and a swallow who befriends him. The statue is covered in gold and jewels, and is placed high above the city so he can see the suffering of his people. The swallow, who is on his way to Egypt for the winter, agrees to stay and help the prince alleviate the suffering of the poor.The Happy Prince and the swallow work together to help the poor and needy in the city. The prince asks the swallow to take the ruby from his sword and give it to a poor seamstress who can barely feed her children. The swallow does so and stays with the prince, sacrificing his own comfort for the sake of others.As winter approaches, the swallow realizes that he cannot leave the prince's side and dies at the statue's feet. Theprince, touched by the swallow's sacrifice, asks the swallowto pluck out his other eye, which is made of a sapphire, and give it to a poor match-seller. The swallow does so, and ashe plucks out the prince's eye, both the prince and the swallow are left lifeless.The townspeople see the broken statue of the prince and decide to melt it down with the swallow's body. As the fire burns, an angel appears and takes the two most precious things, the heart of the Happy Prince and the body of the swallow, to heaven where they are celebrated for their selflessness and compassion.The story of The Happy Prince teaches us about the importance of kindness, sacrifice, and empathy towards others. It shows how even in death, one can leave behind a legacy of compassion and love.。
英语快乐王子剧本
HAPPY PRINCE王子就位旁白：High above the city, on the tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was covered all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright jewels and a large red ruby glowed on his sword hilt.一群官员上TC：“oh, look！He is so beautiful”又补救说“But only not quite so useful.”校长和一群孩子上孩子：“He looks just like an angel”校长：“How do you know? You have never seen one”孩子：ah !but we have , in our dreams.校长：I don’t approve of you dreaming.(严肃的说)旁白：look! It’s hard to see a swallow in winter. She must be absorbed in this city. You know indulgence always cause delay.燕子上，say goodbye to her city friends燕子：“See you next year, I’m going to Egypt. Miss you~~!”Where shall I go to bed? (他看见了王子)I will sleep there, it is a fine position with plenty of freshair.I have a golden bedroom.(开心哼唱中)What a curious thing!There is not a single cloud in the sky .why it is raining? (又一滴)What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off ?I need look for a better place.(抬头看见王子)Who are you?王子：The happy princeWhen I was alive and had a human heart, I didn’t know what tears were, for I lived in the palace, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. Everything about me was so beautiful. My people called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived and I died. And now that I am dead, they’ve set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.燕子：what! Is he not solid gold?王子：Far away, look! Far away in a little street the mother and the sick child…妈妈和孩子上（妈妈在忙碌的工作中）孩子:Mum ,I feel terrible , Mum, Mum I…妈妈：I know honey, I know, but…(妈妈继续忙碌中)孩子：Mummy, I’m hungry…妈妈：Oh, My poor baby, wait, tomorrow I’ll give you a cake , I promise…孩子：A cake?(妈妈自言自语)：unless I finish my job, I need hurry…场景切换，王子王子：Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened, I cannot move.燕子：I have to fly to Egypt, My friends are waiting for me.王子（央求）：Swallow, little Swallow, will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger, the girl is so hungry, the mother is so sad.燕子：It is very cold here, but I will stay with you for one night.(燕子把宝石交给小孩，帮他扇风)孩子：How cool I feel, I must be getting better.燕子：It’s curious, I feel quite warm now, although it’s still cold.王子：That is because you have done a good action.第二天，：The next day.旁白:I find a little swallow is chatting with his city friends. What a brave creature! Doesn’t he know it’s winter now?!到处乱飞的燕子，和别人一起憧憬去埃及的美好：I’ll go to Egypt，where a beautiful woman is waiting for me （自豪）,the people called her the queen of Egypt.I would like enjoy sunshine with her…..王子：Swallow, little Swallow, will you not stay with me for one night longer?燕子：I must fly to Egypt, otherwise I couldn’t catch up my friends ..王子：look! Far away, there is a poor little girl…他爹：get out! No money no back!火柴女：matches~~! Matches! who wanna matches!（街上车祸马龙，充满节日气氛但无人理会她。
中学组 英语剧本3 The Happy Prince快乐王子
给孩子看病，非常的难过。
燕子：我可不怎么喜欢男孩儿，他们喜欢用石头打
小鸟，我记得去年夏天，有两个坏男孩在河边......
（王子悲伤地看着燕子）
燕子：但是无论如何，我可以飞的快一点儿，现在
这里很冷，不过---是的---我可以帮你的这个忙。
王子：谢谢你，小燕子。请把我剑上的红宝石取
ad boys down at the river…
(The happy prince looks sadly at the swallow)
Swallow:But I can fly fast, after all. It’s very cold here
now, but---yes---I can help you.
Prince:There is a poor boy, he is ill, but his mother has no money, the mother is very sad.
Swallow:I don’t like boys very much. They like hitting
little birds with stones.I remember last summer, two b
Swallow:Shall I take him a I have no more rubies. Now I have only
the sapphires in my eyes. Pull out one of them, and take
it quickly to that poor young man.
Prince:Far away across the city I see a young man. He
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The Happy PrinceOscar WildeHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. Hewas gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two brightsapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. Hewas gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two brightsapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. ‘Heis as beautiful as a weathercock, ’remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation forhaving artistic tastes; ‘onlynot quite so useful, he’added, fearing lest peopleshould think him unpractical, which he really was not.‘Whycan ’y o t u be like the Happy Prince? a’s ked a sensible mother of her littleboy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying foranything. ’‘a I m glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy, ’m uttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.‘Helooks just like an angel, s’a id the Charity Children as they came out of thecathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.‘How do you know? ’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.‘A h b!u t we have, in our dreams, a’n swered the children; and the MathematicalMaster frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of childrendreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away toEgypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with themost beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying downthe river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waistthat he had stopped to talk to her.‘Shall I love you? ’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, andthe Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching thewater with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and itlasted all through the summer.‘It is a ridiculous attachment, ’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has and far too many relations; and’i ndeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then,when the autumn came, they all flew away.1After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. ‘She has no conversation, he’s aid, ‘a n d I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is alwaysflirting with the wind. ’A nd certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed madethe most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic, ’ he continued, travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also. ’‘Wilyl ou come away with me?’h e said finally to her; but the Reed shook herhead, she was so attached to her home.‘Yohuave been trifling with me,’h e cried, ‘aIm off to the Pyramids. Good-bye! ’ andhe flew away.All day long he flew, and at night- time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I put up?’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations. ’Then he saw the statue on the tall col umn. ‘I will put up there, ’ he cried; ‘it is fine position with plenty of fresh air. ’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.‘hIave a golden bedroom, h’e said softly to himself as he looked round, and heprepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing alarge drop of water fell on him. ‘Whaat curious thing! h’e cried, ‘t h i s e r n e o t asingle cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining.The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like therain, but that was merely her selfishness. ’Then another drop fell.‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off? ’ he said;a good chimney- pot, ’ and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw -Ah! what did he see?The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were runningdown his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the littleSwallow was filled with pity.‘Who are you? ’ he said.‘I am the Happy Prince. ’‘Why are you weeping then? ’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me. ‘When I was alive and had a human heart, ’ answered the statue, ‘I did not what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is notallowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, andin the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty2wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was sobeautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, ifpleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead theyhave set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery ofmy city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.‘Whati,s he not solid gold? s’a id the Swallow to himself. He was too polite tomake any personal remarks out loud.‘Far away, ’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a littl there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see awoman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands,all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen -of-honour t o’w s e a m r a idsat the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill.He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him butriver water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bringher the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and Icannot move. ’‘I am waited for in Egypt, ’ said the Swallow. ‘My friends are flying up and dowthe Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in thetomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He iswrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain ofpale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves. ’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, ’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with m one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.‘d I on’tthink I like boys, a’n swered the Swallow. ‘Lasstummer, when I wasstaying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller ’s onss, who werealways throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly fartoo well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, itwas a mark of disrespect. ’But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘I cold here, ’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.‘Thank you, little Swallow, ’ said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince ’s sword, and flew aw with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘H w o o w n d e r f u l the stars are, h’e said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love! ’3‘hIope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball, sh’e answered; ‘hIaveordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are solazy. ’He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships.He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, andweighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house andlooked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallenasleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table besidethe woman’sthimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy ’sforehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel, ’ said the boy, ‘Imust be gettinand he sank into a delicious slumber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done.‘It is curious, ’ he remarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.‘T h a its because you have done a good action, sa’i d the Prince. And the littleSwallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made himsleepy.When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable phenomenon, ’s aid the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over thebridge. ‘Aswallow in winter! A’n d he wrote a long letter about it to the localnewspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could notunderstand.‘T-onight I go to Egypt, s’a id the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at theprospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of thechurch steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to eachother, ‘What a distinguished stranger! ’ so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Haveyou anycommissions for Egypt? ’ he cried; ‘I am just starting. ’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, ’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with m night longer? ’‘I am waited for in Egypt, ’ answered the -S m w o a r r l o o w w.m y friend‘s w T i l o l flyup to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes,and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches thestars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he issilent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water ’s e d g t o e drink. Theyhave eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, ’ said the prince, ‘far away across the ci a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in atumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown andcrisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.4He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold towrite any more. There i s no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint. ’‘I willwait with you one night longer, ’ said the Swallow, who really had a goodheart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby? ’‘Alas! I have no ruby now, ’ said the Prince; ‘my e y e s t.a T r e h e a y l that I have lefare made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand yearsago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, andbuy food and firewood, and finish his play. ’‘Dear Prince, ’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that; ’ and he began to weep.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, ’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.So the Swallow plucked out the Prince ’e yse, and flew away to the student ’sgarret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through thishe darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in hishands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird ’s wings, and when he looked u he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.‘aIm beginning to be appreciated, he’c ried; ‘thisis from some great admirer.Now I can finish my play, ’ and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a largevessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes.‘Heavae-hoy! ’t hey shouted as each chest came up. a‘m I going to Egypt! c’r iedthe Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to theHappy Prince.‘I am come to bid you goo-dbye, ’ he cried.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, ’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with m night longer? ’‘I i t s winter, a’n swered the Swallow, ‘andthe chill snow will soon be here. InEgypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mudand look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple ofBaalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to eachother. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring Iwill bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away.The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as thegreat sea. ’‘In the square below, ’ said the Happy Prince, ‘t h e r e-g s i r t a l.n S d h s e a little match has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beather if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoesor stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her,and her father will not beat her . ’5‘I will stay with you one night longer, ’ said the Swallow, ‘but I cannot p your eye. You would be quite blind then. ’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, ’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you. So he plucked out the Prince ’s other e y t e e,d a d n o d w d n a r w i t h it. He swoopedpast the match- girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘Whaatlovely bit of glass, ’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind n o w I w,ill ’ he said, stay with you always. ’‘No, little Swallow, ’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.‘I will stay with you always, ’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the PrinceAll the next day he sat on the Prince ’s shoulder, a o n r i d e s t o o l d f w h i h m a t s h t ehad seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rowson the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who isas old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beadsin their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony,and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree,and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sailover a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.‘Dear little Swallow, ’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but mor marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is noMystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what yousee there. ’So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in theirbeautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into darklanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at theblack streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in oneanother ’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are! ’ th ‘You must not lie here, ’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into therain.Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.‘aIm covered with fine gold, s’a id the Prince, ‘m y o u u s t take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children f’a cses grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. ‘We have bread now! ’ they cried.6Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as ifthey were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles likecrystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went aboutin furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave thePrince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker ’d soorwhere the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping hiswings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to thePrince ’s hs oulder once more. -‘b y G e,o d o e d a r Prince! ’ he murmured, ‘will you letme kiss your hand? ’‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow, ’ said the have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you . ’‘It is not to Egypt that I am going, ’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not? ’And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something hadbroken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainlywas a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in thesquare below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the columnhe looked up at the statue: ‘D e a m r e! how shabby the Happy Prince looks! h’esaid.‘Howshabby indeed! c’r ied the Town Councillors, who always agreed with theMayor, and they went up to look at it.‘Theruby has fallen out of his swo rd, his eyes are gone, and he is golden nolonger, ’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar! ’‘Little better than a beggar ’ said the Town councillors.‘Andhere is actually a dead bird at his feet! c’o ntinued the Mayor. ‘Wemustreall y issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here. ’Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautifu he is no longer useful, ’ said the Art P r o e f e U s s n o i v r e a r t s t i h t y.Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of theCorporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. ‘Wemust haveanother statue, of course, ’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.7‘O m f yself, sa’i d each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I lastheard of them they were quarrelling still.‘Whaat strange thing! s’a id the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘Thisbroken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it aw ay. ’ So theythrew it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city, ’ said God to one of His An and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.‘You have rightly chosen, God’,‘s aifdor in my garden of Paradise this little birdshall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.8。
快乐王子的故事英语范文
快乐王子的故事英语范文Once upon a time, in a distant and beautiful land, there lived a young prince who was the apple of everyone's eye. He had it all—a loving family, a prosperous kingdom, and the adoration of his subjects. But despite having every material comfort, the prince was deeply unhappy, for he had a troubled mind. His sadness stemmed from the fact that he was unable to find true happiness, as the smallest of things would upset his delicate equilibrium.One day, the prince shared his dilemma with his father, the wise king. The king, who had seen the troubles of the world, listened patiently to his son's woes. After the prince had vented his frustration, the king presented him with a unique proposal. "My dear son," he said, "you are not the only one who has struggled with unhappiness. It is a universal issue that afflicts even the most content of souls.But I have a solution that may help you find the peace you seek."The king then led the prince to a large room in the palace that was filled with the most exquisite treasures the world had to offer. There were glittering jewels, exquisite paintings, sculptures crafted from the finest marble, and rare artifacts from distant lands. The prince's eyes sparkled with wonder as he beheld these riches. The king explainedthat all these treasures were now the prince's to keep. But there was a catch. The prince could take only three things from the room, and once he had made his choice, he could never return for the others. It was a test of his ability to find true happiness.The prince was excited by the challenge and set about choosing his treasures carefully. He selected a stunning diamond the size of a goose egg, which sparkled with a celestial glow. Its pristine beauty captivated him, and hebelieved it would bring him the elegance and admiration he desired. Next, he chose a large and magnificent harp, its wooden body inlaid with intricate carvings. The harp's sweet melodies were known to soothe the soul, and the prince hopedits music would bring him peace.The final choice was more difficult, as the prince wanted to select something that would provide him with lasting happiness. He considered choosing the most luxurious item in the room, a magnificent crown adorned with rubies and sapphires, a symbol of royal power. But as he wanderedthrough the room, he noticed a simple glass jar sitting on a table in the corner. It seemed unremarkable compared to the lavish treasures around it. Yet, when the prince picked it up, he found within it a beautiful butterfly, its wings a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors.The butterfly represented freedom to the prince, the freedom to experience the world and its many wonders. Herealized that true happiness came not from material possessions but from the simple pleasures life had to offer. The butterfly's grace and elegance captivated him, and hefelt a sense of calm wash over him. The prince knew then that this was the third and final choice that could bring him true happiness.With his selections made, the prince bid the roomfarewell and returned to the outside world with his treasures. The diamond, harp, and butterfly accompanied him on hisjourney to find inner peace. He soon discovered that the treasures he had chosen had unique powers. The diamondgranted him resilience against life's hardships, enabling him to stay strong and hopeful even in the most challenging times. The harp's music soothed his soul, calming his spirits and providing him with a sense of tranquility.But it was the butterfly that truly changed his life. It flew away from its glass prison the moment he released it,leading him on a magical journey. It guided the prince to places he had never seen, introducing him to incredible experiences and encounters that opened his mind and filled his heart with joy. The butterfly showed him the beauty of the kingdom's flowers, the majesty of the mountains, and the tranquility of the lakes. The prince found happiness in the simplest of pleasures—the laughter of children, the warm embrace of the sun, and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.As time went on, the prince's sadness disappeared, and a new sense of purpose took its place. He shared his newfound happiness with his people and ruled with a wise and generous spirit. He no longer desired the material riches that once seemed so important. Instead, he cherished the precious gifts of nature and the lessons they taught him. The prince had discovered the true source of happiness within himself, and he shared it freely with the world.From that day forward, he was known as the Happy Prince, and his kingdom thrived under his peaceful and enlightened rule. The three treasures—the diamond, the harp, and the butterfly—remained his most prized possessions, their magic sustaining his joy forevermore. And thus, the prince's story became a testament to the power of finding happiness in the most unexpected places, a reminder that true happiness is a precious gift that can be found by all.。
实用文库汇编之快乐王子英文版
作者：风骤起作品编号：31005C58G01599625487创作日期：2020年12月20日实用文库汇编之The Happy PrinceOscar WildeHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. ‘He is as beautiful as a weathercock,’ remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; ‘only not quite so useful,’ he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.‘Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?’ asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.’‘I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,’ muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.‘He looks just like an angel,’ said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.‘How do you know?’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.’‘Ah! but we have, in our dreams,’ answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.‘It is a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has no money, and far too many relations;’ and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said, ‘and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.’ And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, ‘but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.’‘Will you come away with me?’ he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.‘You have been trifling with me,’ he cried, ‘I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!’ and he flew away.All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I put up?’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations.’Then he saw the statue on the tall column. ‘I will put up there,’ he cried; ‘it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.‘I have a golden bedroom,’ he said softly to himse lf as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. ‘What a curious thing!’ he cried, ‘there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.’Then another drop fell.‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?’ he said; ‘I must look for a good chimney-pot,’ and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.‘Who are you?’ he said.‘I am the Happy Prince.’‘Why are you weeping then?’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me.’‘When I was alive and had a human heart,’ answered the statue, ‘I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.’‘What, is he not solid gold?’ said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.‘Far away,’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal a nd I cannot move.’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ said the Swallow. ‘My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.’‘I don’t think I like boys,’ answered the Swallow. ‘Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.’But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘It is very cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.’‘Thank you, little Swallow,’ said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound ofdancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘How wonderful the stars are,’ he said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love!’‘I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,’ she answered; ‘I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.’He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel,’ said the boy, ‘I must be getting better;’ and he sank into a delicious slu mber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. ‘It is curious,’ he remarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.’‘That is because you have done a good action,’ said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable phenomenon,’ said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. ‘A swallow in winter!’ And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.‘To-night I go to Egypt,’ said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, ‘What a distinguished stranger!’ so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Have yo u any commissions for Egypt?’ he cried; ‘I am just starting.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ answered the Swallow. ‘To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow l ions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the prince, ‘far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.’‘I will wait with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby?’‘Alas! I have no ruby now,’ said the Prince; ‘my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and f inish his play.’作者：风骤起作品编号：31005C58G01599625487创作日期：2020年12月20日‘Dear Prince,’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that;’ and he began to weep.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So the Swallow plucked out the Pr ince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter ofthe bird’s w ings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.‘I am beginning to be appreciated,’ he cried; ‘this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,’ and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. ‘Heave a-hoy!’ they shouted as each chest came up. ‘I am going to Egypt!’ cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.‘I am come to bid you good-bye,’ he cried.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘It is winter,’ answered the Swallow, ‘and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.’‘In the square below,’ said the Happy Prince, ‘there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.’‘I will stay with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, ‘but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘What a lovely bit of glass,’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind now,’ he said, ‘so I will stay with you always.’‘No, little Swallow,’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.’‘I will stay with you always,’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.‘Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.’So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are!’ they said. ‘You must not lie here,’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain. Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the Prince, ‘you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.’Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. ‘We have bread now!’ they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door where the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will you let me kiss your hand?’‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.’‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: ‘Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!’ he said.‘How shabby indeed!’ cried the Town Coun cillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it.‘The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar!’‘Little better than a beggar’ said the Town councillors.‘And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!’ continued the Mayor. ‘We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.’ And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,’ said the Art Professor at the University.Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the m etal. ‘We must have another statue, of course,’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.’‘Of myself,’ said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.‘What a strange thing!’ said the ov erseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.’ So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.‘You have rightly chosen,’ said God, ‘for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.’作者：风骤起作品编号：31005C58G01599625487创作日期：2020年12月20日。
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The lovable swallows, the weather has been more and more cold south, you also wanted to fly!Group swallow: Yes, the day has been cold, we had to arrive Egypt to winter.Next year will be bloomy spring, we will accompany you again.Goodbye, joyful prince!Prince: Goodbye, the swallows, wish you bon voyage!Relator: The swallows one all flew away, only then a small swallow in airborne is circling, finally it has stopped down.Prince: Hasn't the small swallow, you walked how ha?Small swallow: I must remain down accompany you! We all walked, you can lonely.Prince: Here winter is very cold, you cannot bear, walks quickly, small swallow!Small swallow: (Thinks) that I today well accompany you, I will go to Egypt tomorrow. Relator: The curtain of night arrives, the small swallow rests under the prince statue.Suddenly, several drop of water drops fell down, the small swallow looks up, originally is prince's tears. Small swallow: (The awake zhong sleepy eyes, feel surprised.) Did the prince, how you cry? Prince: I am living when carefree, the fencing plays chess in the royal palace.Is every day merry forgets the date and time, everybody called I am the joyful prince. After I died the parents sorrowful not already, models a statue to stand in here.Thought originally world happy peaceful, under the entire day photograph I live equally joyfully, but I see the innumerable person's pain to weep with grief actually.You looked alley deep place that hut, the dressmaker is raising the lampwick produces in a hurry clothes.(Dressmaker goes on stage)the dressmaker: My pitiful child, you must certainly persist that, waits for me to sew clothes, attains the wages, I might see a doctor to you.Prince: Looks! On the bed lies down the child who falls ill, family poor Doctor Qian Zhao has not been diagnosing.In her heart is how sad, the tears have soaked in the hand upper and lower garments. Although my heart is the lead does, may not be able to bear the tear fall like the rain. The small swallow, please my sword hilt on gem, send to for the no use to mother helps in an emergency.Relator: The small swallow saw the joyful prince's sad appearance, is not cruel enough to. Small swallow: The prince prince real good intention, I hope gives you to work as the messenger. Relator: The small swallow the calligraphy stroke leaves the ruby from the sword hilt, delivers on the dressmaker table which works.As soon as the dressmaker gains ground, visible ruby. Dressmaker: Is which person of good intention delivers, really was too thanked! The child, you could be saved!(The small swallow flies back to the prince side.)Prince: The small swallow, dawn, in a big hurry left Egypt!Small swallow: The dear princes, will let me again accompany you, I go to Egypt tomorrow. Relator: The small swallow accompanied the prince one day.Relator: The late autumn night comes very much early, the autumn wind rustlings, the people all hid in, only then ......Prince: The small swallow, you looked quickly that, has nearby an old human wall to stand. Front is putting a bowl, trembles one all day.Old person: Feels sorry for my this old man pitifully, for money! The day too is cold ...... Prince: The weather too cool pedestrian is thin, nobody bestows well pitiful.Delivers him a sapphire, spends the old age relieved.Small swallow: (Cries to say), I cannot that do, such you are not outstandingly talented. Prince: Listens to me! He needs to help!Small swallow: (Said sorrowfully) good, my good intention prince, I is willing to be you the messenger.Relator: The small swallow calligraphy stroke leaves a prince's eye, flies in front of the old beggar, puts the gem to in his bowl.The old person gains ground the discovery sapphire. Old person: This is which person of good intention delivers, really was too thanked! Prince: The small swallow, dawn, in a big hurry left Egypt!Small swallow: The prince prince do not be impatient, I will go to Egypt tomorrow. Relator: The small swallow has accompanies the prince one day.The twilight arrives.The dark night added on the sharp sword to the autumn wind, the day has been colder.Prince: The small swallow, comes, to have a girl quickly to sell the matches.The rain water drips wet is unable to sell, worried the girl cries.This gem gives her, evening goes home the confession.mall swallow: (Cries to say) I cannot such manage, (shook the head) not the eye, your any also could not see.Prince: The small swallow, must be obedient, the girl compares me to need it!Relator: The swallow has pecked prince's another eyeball down, is holding it, puts gently the gem to the little girl hand in.The little girl looks at the sapphire, smiles through tears. Little girl: This glass is really attractive! It was certainly very valuable, gives mother, the daddy cannot certainly hit me.Thanks you, small swallow.(She stands, a group smiles paohui the family to go.)Prince: The small swallow, the day has been more and more cold, leaves in a big hurry Egypt! Small swallow: You have given the eye others, I could not walk.I must see the matter said listens to you, I make your eye.Relator: In the bone-chilling cold cold wind, the small swallow accompanies continuously in prince's side, saw oneself the matter narrates gives the prince, several days have passed by ......Prince: The small swallow, thanks you, gives me to narrate the world sadly daily happy.You let me see in Nile River has soared waterfowl,You let me see pyramid then walked slowly and aimlessly a step camel.You let me see the vermilion gate sought pleasure powerful and wealthy,You let me see the street corner has been dstitute and homeless disaster victims.You have lightened a beacon light in mine heart ......Small swallow: Actually harmed on your body gold foil one piece by piece all to give the poor person.Prince: Although my semblance has lost the brilliance,But the poor person is not povertying, in my heart is happier than anything.(Snowed.)Small swallow: ! Snowflake! The winter naive arrived.The prince, takes care, I had to walk ......Prince: Very happy you finally had to go to Egypt.The small swallow, I no longer have been also outstandingly talented, forgets me!Small swallow: Although you no longer are outstandingly talented, may you be greater in mine heart.I go to Egypt, I had to die.I did not regret remains down accompanies you, I sad cannot only again work as your eye.Very much takes care, prince! Next year also will be able to have other swallow to make your eye.Prince: Small swallow, small swallow!Relator: Small swallow first one crooked, died.Only listened to a bang, prince's heart check to become two half, prince's statue fell to the ground loudly.Next day, municipal government's officials arrive the square, discovered ground has the swallow and the garrulous stone which died, they towed the swallow and the joyful princeThe second year spring, the swallows flew.They to the square in, have not seen the joyful prince, but still gathered round the statue the base to sing and dance.Group swallow: Which is the space most beautiful god, Venus!Which is the ground most outstandingly talented person, the joyful prince!。