The Happy Prince and Other Stories

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  The Nightingale and the Rose

  Eumy (Unschlagbar)

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are white,' it answered; 'as white as the foam of the see, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are yellow,' it answered; 'as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. 'If you... (更多)

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are white,' it answered; 'as white as the foam of the see, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain.

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are yellow,' it answered; 'as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe.

  'If you want a red rose,' said the tree, 'you must build it out of music by 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.'

  'Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,; cried the 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 love is better than life and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?' (收起)

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  Goodbye,dear Prince! he murmured, will u let me kiss your hand. I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last,little Swallow,said the Prince.you have stayed too long here.but you must kiss me on lips,for I love you. Its not to Egypt that I am going,said the Swallow,I am going to the House of Death.Death is the brother of sleep,is he not? and he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips,and fell down ... (更多)

  Goodbye,dear Prince! he murmured, will u let me kiss your hand.

  I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last,little Swallow,said the Prince.you have stayed too long here.but you must kiss me on lips,for I love you.

  Its not to Egypt that I am going,said the Swallow,I am going to the House of Death.Death is the brother of sleep,is he not?

  and he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips,and fell down dead at his feet. (收起)

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  第207页

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  Goodbye,dear Prince! he murmured, will u let me kiss your hand. I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last,little Swallow,said the Prince.you have stayed too long here.but you must kiss me on lips,for I love you. Its not to Egypt that I am going,said the Swallow,I am going to the House of Death.Death is the brother of sleep,is he not? and he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips,and fell down ... (更多)

  Goodbye,dear Prince! he murmured, will u let me kiss your hand.

  I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last,little Swallow,said the Prince.you have stayed too long here.but you must kiss me on lips,for I love you.

  Its not to Egypt that I am going,said the Swallow,I am going to the House of Death.Death is the brother of sleep,is he not?

  and he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips,and fell down dead at his feet. (收起)

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  The Nightingale and the Rose

  Eumy (Unschlagbar)

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are white,' it answered; 'as white as the foam of the see, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are yellow,' it answered; 'as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. 'If you... (更多)

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are white,' it answered; 'as white as the foam of the see, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain.

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are yellow,' it answered; 'as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe.

  'If you want a red rose,' said the tree, 'you must build it out of music by 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.'

  'Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,; cried the 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 love is better than life and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?' (收起)

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  The Nightingale and the Rose

  Eumy (Unschlagbar)

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are white,' it answered; 'as white as the foam of the see, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are yellow,' it answered; 'as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. 'If you... (更多)

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are white,' it answered; 'as white as the foam of the see, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain.

  But the tree shook its head. 'My roses are yellow,' it answered; 'as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe.

  'If you want a red rose,' said the tree, 'you must build it out of music by 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.'

  'Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,; cried the 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 love is better than life and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?' (收起)

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  第207页

  阅后即焚

  Goodbye,dear Prince! he murmured, will u let me kiss your hand. I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last,little Swallow,said the Prince.you have stayed too long here.but you must kiss me on lips,for I love you. Its not to Egypt that I am going,said the Swallow,I am going to the House of Death.Death is the brother of sleep,is he not? and he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips,and fell down ... (更多)

  Goodbye,dear Prince! he murmured, will u let me kiss your hand.

  I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last,little Swallow,said the Prince.you have stayed too long here.but you must kiss me on lips,for I love you.

  Its not to Egypt that I am going,said the Swallow,I am going to the House of Death.Death is the brother of sleep,is he not?

  and he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips,and fell down dead at his feet. (收起)

  2011-08-13 11:19:41   回应

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