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Lesson Four
Pre-class Work
Read the text a third time. Learn the new words and expressions listed below.
Glossary
beneath
prep. (fml) below; directly under
bloom
v. to come into flowers
breast
n. Here：the front part of a bird's body
bride
n. a woman about to be married, or just married
bridegroom
n. a man about to be married, or just married
bubble
v. to make the sound like water boiling 发出汩汩的流水声
bud
n. a young tightly rolled-up flower (or leaf) before it opens 花蕾；芽
butterfly
n. 蝴蝶
chamberlain
n. an important official in charge of housekeeping affairs in a king's court 内侍总管
chill
v. to make sb. or sth. very cold
coral
n. 珊瑚
crimson
adj. having a deep purplish red colour
crystal
n. a transparent natural mineral that looks like ice 水晶
cynic
n. a person who sees little or no good in anything and shows this by making unkind and unfair remarks about people or things
daffodil
n. 水仙花
daisy
n. 雏菊
delicate
adj. finely made; needing careful handling
dove
n. a kind of small pigeon （鸽子） used as a sign of peace
ebb
v. to flow away from the shore; to gradually decrease
ecstasy
n. a very strong feeling of joy and happiness
emerald
n. a bright green precious stone 绿宝石
fling (flung, flung)
v. to move (oneself) quickly with a lot of force
flush
n. a red appearance of the face
flutter
v. to move (the wings) quickly and lightly up and down
foam
n. 泡沫
frost
n. ice that looks white and powdery and covers things outside when the temperature is very low
frown
v. to move one's eyebrows together to show disapproval
girdle
n. 女用腰带
grove
n. a small group of trees in a garden
gutter
n. a channel at the edge of a road next to the pavement where water collects and flows away
harp
n. a large musical instrument with strings 竖琴
instrument
n. musical ～: an object which is used for producing music
jewel
n. a precious stone
lizard
n. 蜥蜴
mermaiden (usu. mermaid)
n. a woman in stories who has a fish's tail instead of legs
musician
n. a person who plays on a musical instrument very well or as a job
nest
n. a hollow place built or found by a bird as its home to hold its eggs in
nightingale
n. a small bird that sings beautifully, esp. at night
nip
v. to take off; to keep sth. from growing or development
opal
n. a precious stone which looks like milky water with colours in it 蛋白石
outright
adv. completely and at once
pang
n. a sudden sharp pain
petal
n. leaflike divisions of a flower 花瓣
pluck
v. to pick
prince
n. the son of a king or queen
ruby
n. a red jewel 红宝石
sincerity
n. the quality of being honest and true
soar
v. to fly high up in the sky
soul
n. the heart where people's deepest thoughts and feelings come from
stringed
adj. ～ instrument: a musical instrument with one or more strings 弦乐器
sunbeam
n. a ray of sunlight
sun-dial
n. an instrument used esp. in former times which shows the time according to where the shadow of a pointed metal falls when the sun shines on it 日规；日晷（仪）
thorn
n. sharp pointed growth on a plant 刺；棘
tomb
n. a grave; the place in the ground where a dead person is buried
topmost
adj. highest
vein
n. a tube that carries blood from any part of the body to the heart
violin
n. a musical instrument 小提琴
wretched
adj. very unhappy
Text A
The Nightingale and the Rose
Oscar Wilde
Read the text once for the main idea. Do not refer to the notes, dictionaries or the glossary yet.
"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 the Nightingale heard him and she looked out through the leaves and wondered.
"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, 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 my life is made wretched."
"Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, and now I see him.
"The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be there. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely and my heart will break."
"Here, indeed, is the true lover," said the Nightingale. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds and opals.
"The musicians will play upon their stringed instruments," said the young Student, "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. 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 green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.
"Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam.
"Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbor, 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 Nightingale understood the Student's sorrow, and sat silent in the Oak-tree.
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 centre of the grass-plot stood a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it. "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 my brother who grows round the old sun-dial, 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 answered, "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms In the meadow. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's 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. 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 that 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 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. Yet 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, 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 heart's blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover."
The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him. But the Oak-tree understood and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale. "Sing me one last song," he whispered. "I shall feel lonely 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.
"She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away. "That cannot be denied. But has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, like most artists, she is all style without any sincerity." And he went to his room, and lay down on his bed, and after a time, he fell asleep.
And when the Moon shone in the heaven, 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 into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away 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.
But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried 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 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.
And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, 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 sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.
And the marvelous rose became crimson. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as ruby was the heart.
But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter 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 in the sky. The Red Rose heard it, and trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals in the cold morning air.
"Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the 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.
And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.
"Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried, "here is the reddest rose I have ever seen." And he leaned down and plucked it.
Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's daughter with the rose in his hand.
"You 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 tonight next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."
But the girl frowned.
"I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered, "and besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost more than flowers."
"Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter.
"What a silly thing Love is!" said the Student as he walked away. "In fact it is quite unpractical, and as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy."
So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read. |