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The Nightingale and the Rose
Oscar Wilde
1
young Student;
2 From her nest in the
holm-oak tree
the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out
through the leaves, and wondered.
3
eyes filled with tears.
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.
4
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
murmured
the young Student,
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
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
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
in his hands, and wept.
8
Lizard
, as he ran past him with his tail
in the air.
9
10
Daisy
to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.
11
12
something of a
cynic
, laughed outright.
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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
17 But the Tree shook its head.
18
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
21 But the Tree shook its head.
22
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
25 But the Tree shook its head.
26
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
way by which I can get it?
28
you.
29
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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
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
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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 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
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
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
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 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 to
press closer against the thorn.
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little Nightingale,
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.
closer, little Nightingale,
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
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.
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seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long
Latin
name
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
Student.
heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you.
57 But the girl
frowned
.
58
Chamberlain
's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that
jewels cost far more than flowers.
59
ungrateful
,
threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a
cart
-wheel went over
it.
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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
into the house.
61
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.
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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。”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 。”
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。
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！”
“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。就算我不知道去哪里寻，我还是为他高唱。每一晚每一
晚，与星 星对话，编造真爱的故事，为的是找到一个真正懂爱的人。现在，他
就在这里。啊，乌黑的发丝，风信子 一般的；啊，红润的嘴唇，红玫瑰一般
的。然而看啊，他内心的炽热反倒让他的脸苍白无血色；他的忧伤 感觉更使他
眉梢紧锁。”
“明天晚上，王子舞会上，”年轻人还是在 自怨自艾，“我爱的人会如期前往。
假使我送她红玫瑰，她便成了我一夜的舞伴；假使我送她红玫瑰，我 便一手把
她抱住，她也会把头落在我的肩上，她的手牵着我的手。不过，独独少了那么
一朵红玫 瑰，我只好一夜独坐，就算与她擦身而过，也只会失之交臂。心，很
痛！”
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