THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE
"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."
From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves and wondered.
"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 (没有) of a red ro 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 e him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth(风信子)-- 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."
"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 ro she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red ro, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her he汤圆馅ad 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."
"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 t forth in the market-place. It may not be purchad 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 dres
吃什么容易上火s 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.
"Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.
绿松石真假 "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.
气血双补口服液
"He is weeping for a red ro," said the Nightingale.
"For a red ro?" they cried: "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright.
连续刚构桥 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.
Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She pasd thr
ough 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 Ro-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.
"Give me a red ro," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."
But the Tree shook its head.
"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 (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Ro-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.
"Give me a red ro," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."
But the Tree shook its head.
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"My ros 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."
西方情人节 So the Nightingale flew over to the Ro-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window.
"Give me a red ro," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."
But the Tree shook its head.
"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 (摧残) my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no ros at all this year."人力资源管理体系
