高中英语选修课：英语文学欣赏 夜莺与玫瑰 教学课件.doc

1、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（栎树） the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves and wondered. “No red ro

2、se 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.“（不幸的、悲惨的） “Here at last is a tr

3、ue 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 pa

4、le 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 should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her

5、 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 jo

6、y to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds（绿宝石）, and dearer than fine opals（猫眼石） . Pearls and pomegranates（石榴石） 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

7、 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 thro

8、ng 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 w

9、as 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 , laughed outright. But the Nig

10、htingale understood the secret of the Students 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

11、 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

12、whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial（日规） , 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 so

13、ng.“ 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 that blooms in the meadow（割草机） before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Students

14、window, and perhaps he will give you what you want.“ So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Students 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

15、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.“ “One red rose is all I want,“ cried the Nightingale,

16、“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, an

17、d stain（染色） it with your own hearts 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（刺穿） your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins（静脉）, and become mine.“ “Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,“ cried the

18、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

19、 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, wher

20、e 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 hearts blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, fo

21、r Love is wiser than Philosophy , 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 honey, and his breath is like frankincense.“ The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could no

22、t 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 lon

23、ely 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 has form,“ he said to himself, as he walked away through the

24、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 t

25、hat 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

26、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（逐渐消失）

27、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 riverpale as the feet of the morning, and s

28、ilver 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

29、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

30、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 roses heart remained white, for only a Nightingales hearts blood can crimson the heart of a rose. And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. “Press cl

31、oser, 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 s

32、ang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb. And the marvelous rose became crimson , like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart. But the Nightingale voice grew fainter（虚弱的）, and her little wings began

33、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（停留在） in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with

34、ecstasy（狂喜）, 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. “Look, look!“ cried the Tree, “the rose is finished now;“

35、 but the Nightingale made no 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 beau

36、tiful 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 Professors 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. “Yo

37、u 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（皱眉） . “I am afraid it will not go with my dress,“

38、 she answered; “and, besides, the Chamberlains 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（排水沟） , and a c

39、artwheel 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 Chamberlains nephew has;“ and she got up from her chair and went into the house. “What a sil

40、ly 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

41、 practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics .“ So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the giants garden. I

42、t was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order

43、 to listen to them. “How happy we are!“ they cried to each other. One day the giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he deter

44、mined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden. “What are you doing here?“ he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away. “My own garden is my own garden,“ said the giant; “any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it bu

45、t myself.“ So he built a high wall around it, and put up a notice-board “Trespassers will be prosecuted.“ He was a very selfish giant. The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used t

46、o wander round the high walls when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. “How happy we were there!“ they said to each other. Then the spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the selfish giant it was still

47、 winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful little flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw that notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sle

48、ep. The only people who were pleased were the snow and the frost. “Spring has forgotten this garden,“ they cried, “so we will live here all the year round.“ The snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the north wind to stay

49、with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. “This is a delightful spot,“ he said, “we must ask the hail to visit.“ So the hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in gray, and his breath was like ice. “I cannot understand why the spring is so late in coming,“ said the selfish giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold, white garden; “I hop