夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文教学提纲.docx

1、夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文教学提纲 THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSEShe 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 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 (没有) of a red rose is my life made wretched.Here at last is a true lover,

3、 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 pale ivory, a

4、nd sorrow has set her seal 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 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 head upon

5、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 joy to me, to him

6、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 set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.The musicia

7、ns 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 throng round her. But with me

8、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 was fluttering about after a sunbe

9、am.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 (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright.But the Nightingale understood the secret of the

10、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 center of the grass-plot was standing a

11、 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 whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to

12、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 Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song.But the Tree shook its head.My roses are yellow, it

13、 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 Students window, and perhaps he will give you what you want.So the

14、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 of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wav

15、e 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 roses at all this year.One red rose is all I want, cried the Nightingale, 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, and stain it with your own hearts blood. You must sing to me with your breast against