7日閱讀訓練營 Day 3 丨《夜鶯與玫瑰》

7日閱讀訓練營

第一季

讀完你人生中第一本英文名著

本期書單——

《夜鶯與玫瑰》

《浮生六記·閨房記樂》英文版

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作者簡介

唯美主義者、浪蕩子、流行文學作家

王爾德說過，人一生中的每一瞬息既是他的全部過去，又是他的全部將來。

果真如此的話，那麼，那個春風得意和文學創作旺盛時期的王爾德，應該又是監獄囚禁時期的王爾德；而那個牛津大學和雅典時期的王爾德，應該又是1900年幾乎默默無聞地死於巴黎拉丁區阿爾薩斯旅館的王爾德。

孩童時期讀不懂的童話，如今讀來，才是把赤裸的世界攤開了你面前。

❤錯過了前兩天的同學戳這裡❤

7日閱讀訓練營 Day 1 丨《夜鶯與玫瑰》

導讀❤：

青年從草里抬頭側耳靜聽，但是他不懂夜鶯對他所說的話，因他只曉得書上所講的一切。 那橡樹卻是懂得，他覺得悲傷，因為他極愛憐那枝上結巢的小夜鶯。

這朵有關愛情和荊棘的玫瑰，希望你們喜歡，祝閱讀愉快~Day 3 《夜鶯與玫瑰》精華片段

THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE

part 3

Oscar Wilde

And when the moon shone in the heavens 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 and 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. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver 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 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, for only a Nightingale』s heart』s blood can crimson the heart of a rose.

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 (猩紅), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (紅寶石) was the heart.

But the Nightingale』 voice grew fainter, and her little wings began 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 in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, 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;" but the Nightingale made not 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 beautiful 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 Professor』s 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. "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 to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you."

But he girl frowned.

"I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and, besides, the Chamberlain』s 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 (陰溝), and a cartwheel 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 Chamberlain』s nephew has;" and she got up from her chair and went into the house. "What a silly 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 practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄學)."

So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.

夜鶯與玫瑰

（三）

王爾德 原著； 林徽因 譯作

待月亮升到天空，放出她的光艷時，那夜鶯也就來到玫瑰枝邊，將胸口插在刺上。她胸前插著尖刺，整夜的歌唱，那晶瑩的月亮倚在雲邊靜聽。她整夜的，囀著歌喉，那刺越插越深，她生命的血液漸漸溢去。

最先她歌頌的是稚男幼女心胸里愛戀的誕生。於是那玫瑰的頂尖枝上結了一苞卓絕的玫瑰蕾，歌兒一首連著一首的唱，花瓣一片跟著一片得開。起先那瓣兒是黯淡的如同河上罩著的薄霧---黯淡的如同晨曦的交際，銀灰的好似曙光的翅翼，那枝上玫瑰蕾就像映在銀鏡里的玫瑰影子或是照在池塘的玫瑰化身。

但是那樹還催迫著夜鶯緊插那枝刺。「靠緊那刺，小夜鶯。」那樹連聲的叫喚，「不然，玫瑰還沒開成，曉光就要闖來了。」