The Nightingale and the Ro
Oscar Wilde
1 "She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red ros," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red ro."
2 From her nest in the 车险怎么算报价holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.
3 "No red ro 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 wi men have written, and all the crets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red ro 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 e him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the ro of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has t her al 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 ro she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red ro, 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 ro 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 香江丽景emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it t forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchad 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 dress will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red ro to give her"; and he flung himlf 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 ro," said the Nightingale.
12 "For a red ro?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.
13 But the Nightingale understood the cret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love. 斗志激昂
14 Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She pasd 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 Ro-tree, and when she saw
it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.
16 "Give me a red ro," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."
17 But the Tree shook its head. 回乡偶书古诗其二
18 "My ros are white," it answered; "as white as the foam of the a, 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."
酒吧灯光19 So the Nightingale flew over to the Ro-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.
20 "Give me a red ro," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."
吧字组词21 But the Tree shook its head.
22 "My ros 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 Ro-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window.
24 "Give me a red ro," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."
25 炸鱿鱼But the Tree shook its head.
26 "My ros 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 ros at all this year."
