The Nightingale and the Rose夜莺与玫瑰
TheNightngaleandtheRose夜莺与玫瑰原文及译文
The Nightingale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰Oscar Wilde1"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."“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。
”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。
”2From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.一只在栎树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。
3"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 have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！”4"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 told his 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 has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了，”夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。
现代大学英语精读1UNIT5TheNightingaleandtheRose课文翻译
第五单元夜莺与玫瑰“她说如果我给她带去红玫瑰，她愿意和我一起跳舞.”年轻地学生哭喊道，“但满院子都没有一朵红玫瑰.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这番话给在老橡树上自己巢中地夜莺听见了，她通过橡树叶张望，心中诧异.“在我地花园没有红玫瑰！”他哭着说，他美丽地大眼满含泪水：“啊，圣贤之书我已读完，哲学奥妙尽藏心中，然而缺少一朵红玫瑰却使我地生活瞬时暗淡！”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“终于有一位重感情地人了，”夜莺说，“我曾日日夜夜为他歌唱，现在我终于见到他了.”“王子明晚将举行一个舞会，”年轻地学生喃喃道：“我地爱人也将前往我若为他采得红玫瑰，她将和我一直跳舞到天亮.我会揽她入怀，而她也会偎依在我地肩头.但在我地花园没有红玫瑰，因此我只能独自坐那儿黯然神伤，心痛无比.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他确实是一个重感情地人，”夜莺说.真爱是美好地，它价胜千金.“乐师们将奏乐助兴，”年轻地学生道，“我地爱人将和着竖琴和小提琴声翩翩起舞.她地身姿是如此地轻盈宛似蜻蜓点水般.但他是不会和我一起跳地，因为我没有红玫瑰献给她.”于是他扑倒在草地上，双手捂着脸放声痛哭起来.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他为什么哭泣呢？”一只绿色地蜥蜴翘着尾巴经过他身边时问道.“是啊，到底为什么呢？”一只在阳光下挥动着翅膀地蝴蝶问道.“到底为什么呢？”一朵雏菊用低沉地声音对他地邻居说道.“他为一只红玫瑰哭泣.”夜莺说.“为了一朵红玫瑰？”他们叫道，“太荒谬了！”那本来就有点愤世嫉俗地小蜥蜴肆无忌惮地笑道.但是夜莺了解男孩地悲痛，默默无声地坐在橡树上.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习突然她张开自己棕色地双翼，向空中飞去.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.在草地地中心一棵美丽地红玫瑰树傲然屹立.她看到后立即向它飞去：“给我一朵红玫瑰，”她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是白色地，”它说，“白如海之浪花，白胜高山千年积雪.但你可以去找我地兄弟，他住在日晷旁边，或许它可以给你一朵.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺就朝那棵生长在古日晷器旁地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是黄色地，”它说，“黄如美人鱼地秀发，黄胜草地上盛开地水仙花.你可以去找我那生长在学生窗前地兄弟，或许他可以给你一朵.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺朝那棵生长在学生窗下地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是红色地，”它说，“红如白鸽之足，红胜珊瑚之扇.不过寒冬冻僵了我地血管，霜雪摧残了我地蓓蕾，风暴折断了我地枝干.因此今年我不会开花了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“我只要一朵玫瑰花，”夜莺啜泣着说，“只要一朵，难道就有没有办法得到它吗？”“有一个方法，”树儿答道：“但那太可怕了，我不敢告诉你.”“告诉我，”夜莺说，“我不怕.”“如果你想得到一朵红玫瑰”树儿说，“你必须借助月光，用音乐造就它，用你胸膛地鲜血染红它.“你必须用你地胸膛顶住我地一根刺，漫漫长夜一直为我歌唱.这根刺一定要穿透你地胸膛，你地生命之血将流入我地血管，变成我地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“用死亡去换一朵红玫瑰，这代价太高了，”夜莺哭着说，“生命诚可贵，爱情价更高.再说鸟地心又怎么能比得过人地真心呢？”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，她便张开自己棕色地翅膀朝天空中飞去了.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.那个年轻学生仍旧躺在草地上，迷人地眼角还残留着未干地泪水.“高兴点儿，”夜莺叫道,“高兴点儿，你会得到红玫瑰地.我要借助月关地灵气，用歌声造出一朵玫瑰，并用我胸膛地血将它染红.用心去爱，这是你对我最好地报答.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习男孩仰着脸看着她，静静地聆听，却听不懂夜莺这临死前地嘱托.但那棵老橡树听懂了，他伤心极了，因为他是那么喜欢那只小夜莺.“为我唱最后一支歌吧!”他低声说，“你不在地时候我会寂寞地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，夜莺放声歌唱，歌声清脆婉转，就像在银罐里涌动地水浪一般悦耳.她唱完以后，那个学生便从草地上爬了起来.“他确实有几分姿色，“他边走边自言自语，“这是不可否认地，但她真地对我有感觉吗？恐怕不是这样.事实上，多数艺术家一样，她地爱徒具形式，却没有真心.”他走进屋子，往床上一躺，不一会儿就进入了梦乡.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习当月亮高悬于夜空之上，银辉遍撒大地，夜莺向玫瑰树飞去，用自己地胸膛顶住花刺.整整一夜她顶着花刺歌唱，就连冰凉如水晶地明月也俯下身来倾听.整整一夜她唱个不停，刺在她地胸口上越刺越深，她身上地鲜血也快要流光了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习她开始唱起少男少女情窦初开，懵懂地爱.在玫瑰树最高地枝头上开放出一朵绝美地玫瑰，歌儿一首接着一首地唱，花瓣也一片片地开放了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而这时树大声叫夜莺把刺顶得更紧一些.“顶紧些，小家伙，”树大叫着，“不然玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺把刺顶得更紧了，她地歌声也越来越响亮了，因为她歌唱着一对成年男女灵魂深处涌地对爱地渴求.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习接着，玫瑰花瓣上泛出点点粉红，就跟新郎亲吻新娘时，新娘脸上浮现地红晕一样.但是花刺还没有达到夜莺地心脏，所以玫瑰花心还是白色地.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这时树又大声叫夜莺顶得更紧些，“再紧些，小夜莺，”树儿高声喊着，“不然，玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺更紧地用身躯顶住花刺，花刺撕扯着她地心脏，阵阵剧痛袭遍了全身.痛得越来越厉害，歌声也越来越高昂，因为她歌唱地是由死亡升华地爱情，歌唱出坟墓中永垂不朽地爱情.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习最后这朵绝美地玫瑰变成了深红色，花瓣地外环是深红色地，花心红色欲滴，恰似一块红宝石.但是，夜莺地声音越来越微弱，眼睛也变得模糊起来.她地歌声更弱了，她觉得喉咙一阵哽咽.之后，他唱完了最后一曲，洁白地月亮听到了，他忘记了黎明，徘徊在夜空，红玫瑰听到了它，欣喜若狂地抖擞全身，在清晨微凉地空气中绽放着.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“看，看！”树感到：“玫瑰开好了.”但是，夜莺没有回答因为她已经躺在长长地草丛中死去了，胸膛上还扎着那根花刺.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习中午，学生打开窗户，向外看.“天哪，多么幸运啊！”他叫着,“这是我见过最红地玫瑰.”他俯下身去把它摘了下来.然后，他戴上帽子，兴致勃勃地拿着玫瑰去找教授地女儿.“你说过，如果我给你一朵红玫瑰就和我一起跳舞.”学生说：“这是世界上最红地玫瑰，今晚，你今晚就把它戴在胸口上，我们一起跳舞地时候，他会告诉你我有多爱你.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而女孩却皱起眉头.“恐怕它跟我地裙子不搭配，”她说道, “而且总管地侄子给我了许多珠宝，所有人都知道，珠宝要比花值钱很多.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“好吧，我只能说，你真是不知感恩.”学生生气地说;他把玫瑰扔在街上，掉进了臭水沟里.“爱是一件多么愚蠢地事情啊！”学生边走边说，“事实上，爱太不实际了，在这年头，干什么事都得实际点儿，我还是回家学我地哲学去吧.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习他回到屋里，翻出一本满是尘土地书，读了起来.。
作文梗概《夜莺与玫瑰》
作文梗概《夜莺与玫瑰》英文回答：The Nightingale and the Rose: A Summary.The "Nightingale and the Rose" is a short story by Oscar Wilde, in which a nightingale sings a beautiful song for a Red Rose, in the hope that the Rose will give its flower to a Student it loves. However, the Rose isunwilling to part with its flower, and the Nightingale is forced to sacrifice its own life to create a red rose for the Student.The story is a metaphor for the power of art and the importance of self-sacrifice. The Nightingale's song is a work of art that is created out of pure love, and theRose's unwillingness to part with its flower is a symbol of the egotism that can prevent us from appreciating the beauty of art. The Nightingale's ultimate sacrifice is a testament to the power of art to inspire us to great actsof love and compassion.中文回答：夜莺与玫瑰，梗概。
The_Nightngale_and_the_Rose_夜莺与玫瑰__原文及译文教学提纲
T h e_N i g h t n g a l e_a n d_t h e_R o s e_夜莺与玫瑰__原文及译文The Nightingale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰Oscar Wilde 1"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."“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。
”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。
”2From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.一只在栎树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。
3"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 have read all that the wisemen have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！”4"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 told his 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 has made his face like pale ivory, andsorrow has set her seal upon his brow."“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了，”夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。
夜莺与玫瑰英文读后感
夜莺与玫瑰英文读后感"The Nightingale and the Rose" is a thought-provoking and emotionally charged short story written by Oscar Wilde. It delves into the themes of love, sacrifice, and the nature of human desires. The story follows the journey of a nightingale who sacrifices her life to help a young student win the love of a beautiful girl.The nightingale is portrayed as a selfless and compassionate creature, willing to give up everything for the sake of true love. She is deeply moved by the student's despair over his inability to find a red rose to present to the girl he loves. In an act of pure selflessness, the nightingale decides to help the student by sacrificing her own life to create a red rose for him. This act ofsacrifice is a powerful symbol of the lengths to which love can drive us, and the ultimate price that can be paid for it.The story also explores the nature of human desires andthe superficiality of love. The girl the student loves is portrayed as shallow and materialistic, only interested in receiving gifts and tokens of affection. She dismisses the red rose the student presents to her, as it does not match the color of her dress. This highlights the fickle and superficial nature of human desires, and the way in which love can be distorted by materialistic and shallow values.The ending of the story is particularly poignant, as the nightingale's sacrifice is ultimately in vain. The girl rejects the red rose, and the student ultimately chooses to pursue his academic studies rather than pursue love. This tragic conclusion serves as a powerful reminder of the futility of sacrificing oneself for the sake of others, and the harsh realities of unrequited love."The Nightingale and the Rose" is a deeply moving and thought-provoking story that raises important questions about the nature of love and sacrifice. It challenges the reader to consider the true meaning of love, and the lengths to which we are willing to go for the sake of it. The story's exploration of the superficiality of humandesires and the harsh realities of unrequited love serves as a powerful reminder of the complexities and challenges of romantic relationships.In conclusion, "The Nightingale and the Rose" is a beautifully written and emotionally charged story that delves into the complexities of love, sacrifice, and the nature of human desires. It serves as a powerful reminder of the lengths to which love can drive us, and the ultimate price that can be paid for it. Oscar Wilde's masterful storytelling and poignant exploration of these themes make this story a timeless and thought-provoking piece of literature.。
现代大学英语精读1UNIT5TheNightingaleandtheRose课文翻译
第五单元夜莺与玫瑰“她说如果我给她带去红玫瑰，她愿意和我一起跳舞.”年轻地学生哭喊道，“但满院子都没有一朵红玫瑰.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这番话给在老橡树上自己巢中地夜莺听见了，她通过橡树叶张望，心中诧异.“在我地花园没有红玫瑰！”他哭着说，他美丽地大眼满含泪水：“啊，圣贤之书我已读完，哲学奥妙尽藏心中，然而缺少一朵红玫瑰却使我地生活瞬时暗淡！”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“终于有一位重感情地人了，”夜莺说，“我曾日日夜夜为他歌唱，现在我终于见到他了.”“王子明晚将举行一个舞会，”年轻地学生喃喃道：“我地爱人也将前往我若为他采得红玫瑰，她将和我一直跳舞到天亮.我会揽她入怀，而她也会偎依在我地肩头.但在我地花园没有红玫瑰，因此我只能独自坐那儿黯然神伤，心痛无比.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他确实是一个重感情地人，”夜莺说.真爱是美好地，它价胜千金.“乐师们将奏乐助兴，”年轻地学生道，“我地爱人将和着竖琴和小提琴声翩翩起舞.她地身姿是如此地轻盈宛似蜻蜓点水般.但他是不会和我一起跳地，因为我没有红玫瑰献给她.”于是他扑倒在草地上，双手捂着脸放声痛哭起来.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“他为什么哭泣呢？”一只绿色地蜥蜴翘着尾巴经过他身边时问道.“是啊，到底为什么呢？”一只在阳光下挥动着翅膀地蝴蝶问道.“到底为什么呢？”一朵雏菊用低沉地声音对他地邻居说道.“他为一只红玫瑰哭泣.”夜莺说.“为了一朵红玫瑰？”他们叫道，“太荒谬了！”那本来就有点愤世嫉俗地小蜥蜴肆无忌惮地笑道.但是夜莺了解男孩地悲痛，默默无声地坐在橡树上.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习突然她张开自己棕色地双翼，向空中飞去.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.在草地地中心一棵美丽地红玫瑰树傲然屹立.她看到后立即向它飞去：“给我一朵红玫瑰，”她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是白色地，”它说，“白如海之浪花，白胜高山千年积雪.但你可以去找我地兄弟，他住在日晷旁边，或许它可以给你一朵.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺就朝那棵生长在古日晷器旁地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是黄色地，”它说，“黄如美人鱼地秀发，黄胜草地上盛开地水仙花.你可以去找我那生长在学生窗前地兄弟，或许他可以给你一朵.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺朝那棵生长在学生窗下地玫瑰树飞去了.“给我一朵红玫瑰，” 她高声喊道，“我将为你献上我最甜美地歌声.”但是树儿摇了摇头.“我地玫瑰是红色地，”它说，“红如白鸽之足，红胜珊瑚之扇.不过寒冬冻僵了我地血管，霜雪摧残了我地蓓蕾，风暴折断了我地枝干.因此今年我不会开花了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“我只要一朵玫瑰花，”夜莺啜泣着说，“只要一朵，难道就有没有办法得到它吗？”“有一个方法，”树儿答道：“但那太可怕了，我不敢告诉你.”“告诉我，”夜莺说，“我不怕.”“如果你想得到一朵红玫瑰”树儿说，“你必须借助月光，用音乐造就它，用你胸膛地鲜血染红它.“你必须用你地胸膛顶住我地一根刺，漫漫长夜一直为我歌唱.这根刺一定要穿透你地胸膛，你地生命之血将流入我地血管，变成我地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“用死亡去换一朵红玫瑰，这代价太高了，”夜莺哭着说，“生命诚可贵，爱情价更高.再说鸟地心又怎么能比得过人地真心呢？”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，她便张开自己棕色地翅膀朝天空中飞去了.她犹如影子般穿越树林，又如影子般越过花园.那个年轻学生仍旧躺在草地上，迷人地眼角还残留着未干地泪水.“高兴点儿，”夜莺叫道,“高兴点儿，你会得到红玫瑰地.我要借助月关地灵气，用歌声造出一朵玫瑰，并用我胸膛地血将它染红.用心去爱，这是你对我最好地报答.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习男孩仰着脸看着她，静静地聆听，却听不懂夜莺这临死前地嘱托.但那棵老橡树听懂了，他伤心极了，因为他是那么喜欢那只小夜莺.“为我唱最后一支歌吧!”他低声说，“你不在地时候我会寂寞地.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是，夜莺放声歌唱，歌声清脆婉转，就像在银罐里涌动地水浪一般悦耳.她唱完以后，那个学生便从草地上爬了起来.“他确实有几分姿色，“他边走边自言自语，“这是不可否认地，但她真地对我有感觉吗？恐怕不是这样.事实上，多数艺术家一样，她地爱徒具形式，却没有真心.”他走进屋子，往床上一躺，不一会儿就进入了梦乡.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习当月亮高悬于夜空之上，银辉遍撒大地，夜莺向玫瑰树飞去，用自己地胸膛顶住花刺.整整一夜她顶着花刺歌唱，就连冰凉如水晶地明月也俯下身来倾听.整整一夜她唱个不停，刺在她地胸口上越刺越深，她身上地鲜血也快要流光了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习她开始唱起少男少女情窦初开，懵懂地爱.在玫瑰树最高地枝头上开放出一朵绝美地玫瑰，歌儿一首接着一首地唱，花瓣也一片片地开放了.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而这时树大声叫夜莺把刺顶得更紧一些.“顶紧些，小家伙，”树大叫着，“不然玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺把刺顶得更紧了，她地歌声也越来越响亮了，因为她歌唱着一对成年男女灵魂深处涌地对爱地渴求.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习接着，玫瑰花瓣上泛出点点粉红，就跟新郎亲吻新娘时，新娘脸上浮现地红晕一样.但是花刺还没有达到夜莺地心脏，所以玫瑰花心还是白色地.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习这时树又大声叫夜莺顶得更紧些，“再紧些，小夜莺，”树儿高声喊着，“不然，玫瑰还没有完成天就要亮了.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习于是夜莺更紧地用身躯顶住花刺，花刺撕扯着她地心脏，阵阵剧痛袭遍了全身.痛得越来越厉害，歌声也越来越高昂，因为她歌唱地是由死亡升华地爱情，歌唱出坟墓中永垂不朽地爱情.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习最后这朵绝美地玫瑰变成了深红色，花瓣地外环是深红色地，花心红色欲滴，恰似一块红宝石.但是，夜莺地声音越来越微弱，眼睛也变得模糊起来.她地歌声更弱了，她觉得喉咙一阵哽咽.之后，他唱完了最后一曲，洁白地月亮听到了，他忘记了黎明，徘徊在夜空，红玫瑰听到了它，欣喜若狂地抖擞全身，在清晨微凉地空气中绽放着.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“看，看！”树感到：“玫瑰开好了.”但是，夜莺没有回答因为她已经躺在长长地草丛中死去了，胸膛上还扎着那根花刺.文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习中午，学生打开窗户，向外看.“天哪，多么幸运啊！”他叫着,“这是我见过最红地玫瑰.”他俯下身去把它摘了下来.然后，他戴上帽子，兴致勃勃地拿着玫瑰去找教授地女儿.“你说过，如果我给你一朵红玫瑰就和我一起跳舞.”学生说：“这是世界上最红地玫瑰，今晚，你今晚就把它戴在胸口上，我们一起跳舞地时候，他会告诉你我有多爱你.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习然而女孩却皱起眉头.“恐怕它跟我地裙子不搭配，”她说道, “而且总管地侄子给我了许多珠宝，所有人都知道，珠宝要比花值钱很多.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习“好吧，我只能说，你真是不知感恩.”学生生气地说;他把玫瑰扔在街上，掉进了臭水沟里.“爱是一件多么愚蠢地事情啊！”学生边走边说，“事实上，爱太不实际了，在这年头，干什么事都得实际点儿，我还是回家学我地哲学去吧.”文档收集自网络，仅用于个人学习他回到屋里，翻出一本满是尘土地书，读了起来.。
The Nightingale and the Rose夜莺与玫瑰
After Oscar‘s downfall, Constance took the surname(给… 姓氏) Holland for herself and the boys . Cyril was killed in France in World War I . Vyvyan also served in the war and later became an author and translator.
In 1895，Marquess of Queensberry found his son Douglas called Bosie was kept company with Wilde for four years ,and charged Wilde .Then he went to the club stuck“ To Oscar Wilde ——Mincing Sodemite (装腔作势的鸡奸客）”.After that Douglas got angry , then he asked Wilde to appellate court. But he failed and even been committing acts of gross indecency with other male persons(与其他男 性发生有伤风化的行为).
He went back to the Ross and lived with him. Although Wilde loved Douglas ,Ross still gave him lots of helps . Soon he died of tubercular meningitis(脑膜炎）in a hotel in Pairs ,46 years old . Only Ross and a another friend were with him .
夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文教学提纲
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE"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 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 have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) 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 told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth(风信子)-- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.""The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night," murmured the young student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head uponmy shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall 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 (翡翠), and dearer than fine opals (蛋白石). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed 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 sound of 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 (愤世嫉俗者), 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 center 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 who grows round the old sun-dial (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want."So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the 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 (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath 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, and redder 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 (摧残) my buds, and the 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 a way," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that Idare 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 to me 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 into me 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 watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) 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 through the 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 youwill be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath 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 the things 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 lonely when you 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-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket."She had form," her said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—"that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practicalgood!" And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s he art’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose.And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.And the marvelous rose became crimson (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart.But the Nightingale’voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petalsto the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea."Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now;" but the Nightingale made not answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out."Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" He cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name;" and he leaned down and plucked it.Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s house with the rose in his hand.The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet."You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."But he girl frowned."I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew had sent me some real jewels,and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers.""Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he street, where it fell into the gutter (阴沟), and a cartwheel went over it."Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has;" and she got up from her chair and went into the house."What a silly thing Love is!" said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄学)."So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.夜莺与玫瑰王尔德原著；林徽因译作“她说我若为她采得红玫瑰，便与我跳舞。
英文版 王尔德童话——夜莺与玫瑰The Nightingale and the Rose
The Nightingale and the Rose
“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.”
with tears. “Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.”
me 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 into my veins, and become mine.”
go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window, and perhaps
he will give you what you want.”
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window.
夜莺与玫瑰英文名句
夜莺与玫瑰英文名句English:"The Nightingale and the Rose" by Oscar Wilde is a poignant tale that delves into themes of love, sacrifice, and the disillusionment of romantic ideals. One of the most memorable lines from the story is when the Nightingale, in her selfless devotion to helping the Student win the love of his beloved, sings, "Here at last is a true lover!" This line encapsulates the Nightingale's belief in the purity and sincerity of love, contrasting sharply with the superficiality and materialism of human desires. Another striking quote comes from the Rose herself, who laments the sacrifice of the Nightingale and the transient nature of love, saying, "We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography." This statement is a scathing critique of society's inability to appreciate genuine acts of love and beauty, reducing them to mere commodities. Ultimately, "The Nightingale and the Rose" is a timeless exploration of the complexities of love and the harsh realities that often accompany it.中文翻译：《夜莺与玫瑰》是奥斯卡·王尔德一部深入探讨爱情、牺牲以及对浪漫理想的幻灭的感人故事。
The Nightingale and the Rose夜莺与玫瑰
After Oscar‘s downfall, Constance took the surname(给… 姓氏) Holland for herself and the boys . Cyril was killed in France in World War I . Vyvyan also served in the war and later became an author and translator.
“Art for art’s sake” is the usual English rendition(引渡)of a French slogan , from the early 19th century , “L’ art pour l’ art”，and expresses a philosophy that the intrinsic(本质的) value of art , and the only “true” art , is divorced from any didactic(说教的), moral or utilitarian(功利主义的)function . Such works are sometimes described as “autotelic” (本身具有目 的的), from the Greek autotelic , from the Greek autoteles , “complete in itself”(本身具有目的的自 我完成), a concept(观念)that has been expanded to embrace(信奉)“inner—directed”(不随俗的)or “self—motivated”(自觉实践的)human beings .
Wilde had a less than happy relationship with the prestigious(有声望 的) Oxford Union(牛津学联). On matriculating(录取) in the autumn of 1874, Wilde applied to join the Union, but failed to be elected, a fact which came to light only recently. When the Union‘s librarian requested a presentation copy(抄印) of Poems , Wilde complied(编辑). After a debate(争 论) called by Oliver Elton, the gift was condemned for supposed plagiarism (剽 窃),and returned. While at Magdalen ,he won the Newdigate Prize(扭迪吉特奖 ) for his poem “Ravenna”《拉芬纳》, which he read out at Encaenia.
The-Nightngale-and-the-Rose-夜莺与玫瑰--原文及译文复习课程
The Nightingale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰Oscar Wilde1 "She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student;"but in all my garde n there is no red rose."“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。
”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。
”2 From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out throughthe leaves, and won dered.一只在栋树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。
3 "No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, onwhat little things does happ in ess depe nd! I have read all that the wise men have writte n, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！”4 "Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though Iknew him not: ni ght after ni ght have I told his 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 has made his face like pale ivory , and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了，”夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。
夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文word版本
夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE"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 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 have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) 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 told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth(风信子)-- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.""The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night," murmured the young student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head uponmy shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall 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 (翡翠), and dearer than fine opals (蛋白石). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed 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 sound of 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 (愤世嫉俗者), 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 center 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 who grows round the old sun-dial (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want."So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the 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 (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath 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, and redder 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 (摧残) my buds, and the 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 a way," 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 to me 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 into me 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 watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) 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 through the 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 itwith 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 (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath 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 the things 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 lonely when you 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-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket."She had form," her said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—"that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice.What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good!" And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s he art’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose.And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.And the marvelous rose became crimson (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart.But the Nightingale’ voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petalsto the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea."Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now;" but the Nightingale made not answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out."Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" He cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name;" and he leaned down and plucked it.Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s house with the rose in his hand.The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet."You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."But he girl frowned."I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew had sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers.""Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he street, where it fell into the gutter (阴沟), and a cartwheel went over it."Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has;" and she got up from her chair and went into the house."What a silly thing Love is!" said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄学)."So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.夜莺与玫瑰王尔德原著；林徽因译作“她说我若为她采得红玫瑰，便与我跳舞。
TheNightngaleandtheRose夜莺与玫瑰原文及译文
The Nightingale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰Oscar Wilde1"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."“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。
”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。
”2From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.一只在栎树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。
3"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 have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！”4"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 told his 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 has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了，”夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。
Unit5 The-Nightingale-and-the-Rose原文及翻译
The Nightingale and the RoseOscar Wilde "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 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 have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are 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 told his 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 has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.""The Prince gives a ball to-morrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose,I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall 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 the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold."夜莺和玫瑰奥斯卡·王尔德&说，她说如果我给她带来红玫瑰，她会和我一起跳舞，”年轻的学生喊道，“但是在我的花园里没有红玫瑰夜莺从她在橡树的巢里听到了他的声音，她透过树叶向外望去，感到奇怪。
The Nightngale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰 原文及译文
The Nightingale and the RoseOscar Wilde1 "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."2 From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.3 "No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and hisbeautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things doeshappiness depend! I have read all that the wise men havewritten, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet forwant of a red rose is my life made wretched."4 "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 told his 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 has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."5 "The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me,and my heart will break."6 "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 the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold."7 "The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of 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.8 "Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.9 "Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam.10 "Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.11 "He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale.12 "For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.13 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.14 Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. Shepassed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.15 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.16 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."17 But the Tree shook its head.18 "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 who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."19 So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.20 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."21 But the Tree shook its head.22 "My roses are yellow," it answered; "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."23 So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window.24 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."25 But the Tree shook its head.26 "My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, and redder 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, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year."27 "One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?"28 "There is a way," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you."29 "Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."30 "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 to me 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 into my veins, and become mine."31 "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 watch 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?"32 So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She sweptover the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.33 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.34 "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, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense."35 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 the things that are written down in books.36 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.37 "Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall feel very lonely when you are gone."38 So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.39 When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.40 "She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she islike most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good." And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.41 And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.42 She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river - pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the top-most spray of the Tree.43 But the Tree cried to the Nightingale topress closer against the thorn. "Press closer,little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Daywill come before the rose is finished."44 So the Nightingale pressed closeragainst the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.45 And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.46 And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."47 So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.48 And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.49 But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.50 Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams.It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea.51 "Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now"; but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.52 And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.53 "Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned down and plucked it.54 Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house with the rose in his hand.55 The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk ona reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.56 "You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."57 But the girl frowned.58 "I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers."59 "Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.60 "Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I don't believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain's nephew has"; and she got up from her chair and went into the house.61 "What a silly thing Love is," said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics."62 So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.夜莺与玫瑰奥斯卡·王尔德著，俊译“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。
the nightingale and the rose主要内容
the nightingale and the rose主要内容《夜莺与玫瑰》是一篇由英国作家奥斯卡·王尔德所创作的著名童话。
这个故事充满了象征和隐喻，向读者展示了爱情、牺牲和人性中的矛盾。
故事的主要内容围绕着一只夜莺和一朵红玫瑰展开。
一位年轻的学生深深地爱上了一位年轻的女子，他希望能送她一朵红玫瑰来表达自己的爱意。
然而，在寒冷的冬天，红玫瑰并不容易找到。
学生四处寻找，最终找到了一朵正在生长的玫瑰，但它还没有开放，而且需要音乐才能盛开。
于是，学生开始四处寻找能唱歌的夜莺。
最终，他找到了一只夜莺，并请求它为了爱情而唱歌，使玫瑰盛开。
夜莺被学生的爱情故事所打动，决定帮助他。
夜莺唱出了最美妙的歌声，使玫瑰最终盛开。
然而，夜莺因为唱歌过度而耗尽了生命，最终死在了玫瑰树上。
学生带着这朵红玫瑰去找心爱的女子，却得知她已经和另一位有钱人订婚了。
学生感到绝望，他把玫瑰扔到了大街上，玫瑰被车轮碾碎，红色的花瓣洒落在泥土上。
这个故事深刻地揭示了爱情和牺牲的主题。
夜莺为了爱情而牺牲了自己的生命，但最终却没有得到任何回报。
这反映了爱情的无私和盲目，同时也揭示了人性的复杂和矛盾。
此外，这个故事也暗示了社会的不公和虚伪。
年轻的女子因为金钱而选择了别人，而真心爱她的学生却因为贫穷而无法得到她的爱。
这种社会现象在王尔德的时代就已经存在，而今天，这个问题依然存在，使得这个故事具有了更加深远的现实意义。
总的来说，《夜莺与玫瑰》是一篇充满象征和隐喻的童话故事，它通过夜莺、玫瑰和学生等角色的故事，向读者展示了爱情、牺牲和人性的复杂面貌。
这个故事不仅具有文学价值，也具有深刻的社会意义。
The Nightngale and the Rose 夜莺与玫瑰 原文及译文教学内容
T h e N i g h t n g a l e a n d t h e R o s e夜莺与玫瑰原文及译文The Nightingale and the RoseOscar Wilde 1 "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."2 From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.3 "No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautifuleyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happinessdepend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and allthe secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose ismy life made wretched."4 "Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Nightafter night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: nightafter night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him.His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red asthe rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like paleivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."5 "The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me,and my heart will break."6 "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 the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold."7 "The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of 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 facein his hands, and wept.8 "Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.9 "Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam.10 "Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.11 "He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale.12 "For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.13 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.14 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.15 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.16 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."17 But the Tree shook its head.18 "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 who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."19 So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.20 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."21 But the Tree shook its head.22 "My roses are yellow," it answered; "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."23 So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window.24 "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."25 But the Tree shook its head.26 "My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, and redder 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, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year."27 "One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?"28 "There is a way," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you."29 "Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."30 "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 to me 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 into my veins, and become mine."31 "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 watch 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 thatblows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"32 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 through the grove.33 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.34 "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, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense."35 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 the things that are written down in books.36 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.37 "Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall feel very lonely when you are gone."38 So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.39 When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.40 "She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good." And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.41 And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.42 She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river - pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose thatblossomed on the top-most spray of the Tree.43 But the Tree cried to the Nightingale topress closer against the thorn. "Press closer,little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."44 So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.45 And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.46 And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."47 So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.48 And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.49 But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.50 Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea.51 "Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now"; but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.52 And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.53 "Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned down and plucked it.54 Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house with the rose in his hand.55 The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.56 "You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."57 But the girl frowned.58 "I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers."59 "Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.60 "Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I don't believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain's nephew has"; and she got up from her chair and went into the house.61 "What a silly thing Love is," said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics."62 So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.夜莺与玫瑰奥斯卡·王尔德著，俊译“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。
夜莺与玫瑰童话英语作文80词
夜莺与玫瑰童话英语作文80词作文一。
The Nightingale and the Rose.In the garden, there was a young student. He wanted a red rose for the girl he loved. But there were no red roses. A kind nightingale heard his sad words.The nightingale thought love was very precious. It decided to make a red rose with its own blood. It sang all night on a thorn bush. The thorn cut its heart. In the morning, a beautiful red rose bloomed.The student found the rose. He took it to the girl. But the girl didn't like him. She liked a rich man. The nightingale's sacrifice seemed in vain. It was so sad. But the nightingale's love was pure.作文二。
The Nightingale and the Rose.There was a nightingale in a garden. It saw a student. The student was sad because he couldn't find a red rose for the girl he liked.The nightingale was very kind. It said it would make a red rose for the student. It pressed its breast against a thorn. Its blood flowed out and colored the rose red.The student got the red rose. He gave it to the girl. But the girl said the rose couldn't match her dress. She refused the student.The nightingale's effort was wasted. But the nightingale was brave. It did what it thought was right for love. We should learn from thenightingale's kindness.作文三。
夜莺与玫瑰英文读后感
夜莺与玫瑰英文读后感"The Nightingale and the Rose" is a poignant and thought-provoking story that delves into themes of sacrifice, love, and the nature of human desires. Written by Oscar Wilde, the story follows the journey of a nightingale who sacrifices her life to help a young student win the affection of a beautiful girl.The story begins with a young student who is infatuated with a beautiful girl, but she refuses to dance with him at the ball unless he presents her with a red rose. The student is distraught, as he has no red rose to give her, and he laments to the nightingale about his predicament. The nightingale, filled with compassion and love, decides to help the student by finding a red rose for him.The nightingale seeks out a red rose, but she is unable to find one in the garden. Finally, she discovers a rose bush, but it tells her that it cannot produce a red rose because it does not have the necessary ingredients. Undeterred, the nightingale resolves to create a red rose herself, using her own blood to dye a white rose red. The nightingale's sacrifice is a powerful symbol of love and selflessness, as she gives her life to help the student.However, when the student presents the red rose to the girl, she rejects it, as she has already accepted a proposal from someone else. The student is heartbroken, and he throws the rose into the street, where it is trampled and destroyed. The nightingale's sacrifice is in vain, as the student does not appreciate the depth of her love and the lengths to which she went to help him.The story of "The Nightingale and the Rose" is a tragic and bittersweet tale that explores the complexities of love and the sacrifices that people are willing to make for it. The nightingale's selfless act of sacrificing her life for the sake of love is a powerful and moving gesture, and it raises questions about the nature of love and the worth of such sacrifices.The story also delves into the themes of unrequited love and the futility of human desires. The student's obsession with the girl and his single-minded pursuit of heraffection ultimately lead to his disappointment and disillusionment. The girl's superficiality and lack of appreciation for the nightingale's sacrifice also serve as a commentary on the shallow nature of human desires and the fickle nature of love.Overall, "The Nightingale and the Rose" is a beautifully written and thought-provoking story that delves into the complexities of love, sacrifice, and the nature of human desires. Oscar Wilde's poignant and evocative prose brings to life the emotions and struggles of the characters, and the story's themes resonate with readers long after they have finished reading it. It is a timeless and enduring tale that continues to captivate and inspire audiences with its powerful message about the nature of love and the sacrifices that people are willing to make for it.。
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In June 1855,the family moved to Merrion Square in a fashionable residential area(上流社会的住宅区), where Wilde‘s sister, Isola ,was born . Oscar was educated at home up to the age of nine. He attended Portora Royal School(普拉托皇家学校) in Fermanagh from the ages of nine to sixteen. After leaving Portora, Wilde studied classics at Trinity College(圣三一学院), from 1871 to 1874,sharing rooms with his older brother Willie for two years. He was an outstanding student, and won the Berkeley Gold Medal (伯克利金质奖章),the highest award available to classics students at Trinity. He was awarded a scholarship to Magdalen College(牛津大学的莫德林学院), where he continued his studies from 1874 to 1878 and where he became a part of the Aesthetic movement, one of its tenets being to make an art of life.
“Art for art’s sake” is the usual English rendition(引渡)of a French slogan , from the early 19th century , “L’ art pour l’ art”，and expresses a philosophy that the intrinsic(本质的) value of art , and the only “true” art , is divorced from any didactic(说教的), moral or utilitarian(功利主义的)function . Such works are sometimes described as “autotelic” (本身具有目 的的), from the Greek autotelic , from the Greek autoteles , “complete in itself”(本身具有目的的自 我完成), a concept(观念)that has been expanded to embrace(信奉)“inner—directed”(不随俗的)or “self—motivated”(自觉实践的)human beings .
In 1895，Marquess of Queensberry found his son Douglas called Bosie was kept company with Wilde for four years ,and charged Wilde .Then he went to the club stuck“ To Oscar Wilde ——Mincing Sodemite (装腔作势的鸡奸客）”.After that Douglas got angry , then he asked Wilde to appellate court. But he failed and even been committing acts of gross indecency with other male persons(与其他男 性发生有伤风化的行为).
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Fairy Tals the second son born into an Anglo-Irish(英裔爱尔 兰人 )family, at Dublin . A famous English poet, dramatist and writer, English Literature in the history of aesthetic movement(唯 美主义文艺思潮) and the founder of one of the chief advocates of “art for art‘s sake”, with a utilitarian object(功利主义的对象) to color literature, that literature should not be .By any moral standard disposable(可任意处理 的). He is also the decadent (颓废 的)British literature.
He went back to the Ross and lived with him. Although Wilde loved Douglas ,Ross still gave him lots of helps . Soon he died of tubercular meningitis(脑膜炎）in a hotel in Pairs ,46 years old . Only Ross and a another friend were with him .
According to the law, Wilde was adjudged to prison for two years in Reading Gaol . In this two years , he stoped writing drama and set about writing poem. At this time , his style was changed. Most of His family and friends were stayed away from him . In 1895, he was released on bail . But before long , because they said he was a molester(猥亵者）. Then he had to be a labourer for two years. In 1897, he left for Paris disappointedly . And Douglas came to found him , they traveled Pairs. But after the journey they broke up.
Wilde‘s father William was a doctor and renowned philanthropist(慈善家 ). William also wrote books on archaeology(考古学) and folklore(民 俗学), and his mother Jane was a successful writer , poet and a lifelong Irish nationalist(民族独立主义者) both high quality arts and culture, to exert(受到)an imperceptible(难以 察觉的) influence on his inspiration( 灵感) in literature and arts. In the Oxford University student, Oscar Wilde influenced by his teacher Ruskin ,together with their own talent and began trying to create.
Wilde had a less than happy relationship with the prestigious(有声望 的) Oxford Union(牛津学联). On matriculating(录取) in the autumn of 1874, Wilde applied to join the Union, but failed to be elected, a fact which came to light only recently. When the Union‘s librarian requested a presentation copy(抄印) of Poems , Wilde complied(编辑). After a debate(争 论) called by Oliver Elton, the gift was condemned for supposed plagiarism (剽 窃),and returned. While at Magdalen ,he won the Newdigate Prize(扭迪吉特奖 ) for his poem “Ravenna”《拉芬纳》, which he read out at Encaenia.
He failed, though, to win the Chancellor’s(校长的 ) English Essay Prize for an essay that would be published posthumously as The Rise of Historical Criticism(历史批判的兴起) (1909). In November 1878,he graduated with a double first in classical moderations(古典学科) and Literal Humaniores (人文科学).After graduated from Oxford, Wilde returned to Dublin, where he met and courted Balcombe. She, however, became engaged(约会) to a writer. On hearing of this, Wilde wrote to her stating his intention to leave Ireland permanently(永久地). He spent the next six years in London and Paris, and in the United States, where he traveled to deliver(发表) lectures. In London , he met Lloyd , She was visiting Dublin in 1884,when Oscar was in the city to give lectures at the Gaiety Theatre. He proposed(求婚) to her, and they married in London. Constance‘s allowance(零用钱) of £ 250 allowed the Wilde`s to live in relative luxury(奢 侈). The couple had two sons.