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2021年1月19日发(作者：卜韫蕙)
The Nightingale and the Rose

Oscar Wilde

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From her nest in the
holm-oak tree
the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through
the leaves, and wondered.
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my garden!
filled
with
tears.

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.
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at
last
is
a
true
lover,
said
the
Nightingale.

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.
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murmured
the young Student,
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.
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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.
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musicians
will
sit
in
their
gallery,
said
the
young
Student,

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
himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.
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Lizard
, as he ran past him with his tail in the
air.
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Daisy
to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.
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a
red
rose?
they
cried;

very
ridiculous!
and
the
little
Lizard,
who
was
something of a
cynic
, laughed outright.
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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.
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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.

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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.
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But the Tree shook its head.
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roses
are
white,
it
answered;

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.
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So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.
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But the Tree shook its head.
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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.
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So
the
Nightingale
flew
over
to
the
Rose-tree
that
was
growing
beneath
the
Student's
window.
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But the Tree shook its head.
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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.
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which I can get it?

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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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
.
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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.
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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.
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So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver
jar.
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When
she
had
finished
her
song
the
Student
got
up,
and
pulled
a
note-book
and
a
lead-pencil out of his pocket.
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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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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But
the
Tree
cried
to the
Nightingale
to
press
closer
against
the
thorn.

closer,
little
Nightingale,
cried
the
Tree,

the
Day
will
come
before the rose is finished.
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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.
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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.
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And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn.
Nightingale,
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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look!
cried
the
Tree,

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.
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And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.
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rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long
Latin
name
down and plucked it.
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Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the
Professor
's house with the rose in his hand.
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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.
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said
that
you
would
dance
with
me
if
I
brought
you
a
red
rose,
cried
the
Student.

together it will tell you how I love you.
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But the girl
frowned
.
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Chamberlain
's
nephew
has
sent
me
some
real
jewels,
and
everybody
knows
that
jewels
cost
far
more
than
flowers.
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ungrateful
,
rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a
cart
-wheel went over it.
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Only
a
Student.
Why,
I
don't
believe
you
have
even
got
silver
buckles
to
your
shoes
as
the
Chamberlain's nephew has
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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
.
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So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.

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