精选优质文档-倾情为你奉上The Nightingale and the Rose Oscar Wilde1 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.2 From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.3 No red rose 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