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TheSickRoseThe Sick Rose病玫瑰William Blake作者：（英国）威廉·布莱克翻译：张和清（中文翻译版本一）O Rose, thou art sick.绽放玫瑰却销魂，The invisible worm无影虫子暗飞行。

That flies in the night风雨咆哮何太急，In the howling storm已是茫茫夜深沉。

Has found out thy bed寻寻觅觅愁煞人，Of crimson joy,绯红乐床玫瑰情。

And his dark secret love夜阑之间幽幽爱，Does thy life destroy.妄送了卿卿性命。

病玫瑰（中文翻译版本二）玫瑰啊，病倒的玫瑰那无形的飞虫在狂啸的暴风雨中在那沉沉的夜中穿行。

飞虫已找到你绯红色快活的床。

那黑夜隐秘的爱情毁掉了你的生命。

赏析在西方文学中，“玫瑰”一向是美丽爱情的象征，然而布莱克以他独特的方式对传统意象进行改造，赋予新的思想内涵。

从字面上看，《病玫瑰》是一首描写风暴夜一朵玫瑰遭害虫侵袭而夭折的小诗。

其实，诗中的“玫瑰”和“虫子”不仅仅是现实中的一朵花和昆虫，而是意蕴深刻的象征物。

这里“玫瑰”被喻体化了，暗指“女性美”、“爱情”或一种“感官上的快感”。

诗中的“床”既可以指女人的“床”，也可以指“花床”本身。

同样，“绯红色喜悦”内蕴红玫瑰的美丽，也暗含了偷情的欢愉。

诗中的爱情以一种病态出现，病因是那“看不见的虫子”。

全诗暗示由于“黑色隐秘的爱”，爱情不再清纯美丽，丧失了天真和贞洁。

由此看来，诗歌的内涵十分丰富，指向不一。

全诗意蕴深刻，在一定意义上表达了一种“天真”遭“经验”摧残的思想。

威廉.布莱克（1757~182)出身贫寒，14岁时开始学习雕版刻画。

24岁时与凯瑟琳鲍乇结婚，她是文盲，布莱克教她读书识字。

他一生大部分时间生活在贫穷、误解和孤独之中，他的修改桀骜不驯，思想更是不合世俗。

the-cask-of-Amontillado-翻译D“老兄，这不行。

有事没事倒没什么，就是冷得够呛，我看你受不了。

地窖里潮得不得了。

四壁都是硝。

”“咱们还是走吧，冷算不了什么。

白葡萄酒！你可上当啦。

说到卢克雷西，他连雪梨酒跟白葡萄酒都分不清。

”说着福吐纳托就架住我胳膊；我戴上黑绸面具，把短披风紧紧裹住身子，就由他催着我上公馆去了。

家里听差一个也不见，都趁机溜出去过节了。

我对他们说过我要到第二天早晨才回家，还跟他们讲明，不准出门。

我心里有数，这么一吩咐，包管我刚转身，马上就一个个都跑光了。

我从烛台上拿了两个火把，一个给福吐纳托，领他穿过几套房间，走进拱廊，通往地窖，走下长长一座回旋楼梯，请他一路跟着，随加小心。

我们终于到了楼梯脚下，一块站在蒙特里梭府墓窖的湿地上。

我朋友的脚步摇摇晃晃，跨一步，帽上铃铛就丁零当啷响。

“那桶酒呢？”他说。

“在前面，”我说，“可得留神墙上雪白的蛛网在发光。

”他朝我回过身来，两只醉意朦胧的眼睛水汪汪的盯着我。

“硝？”他终于问道。

“硝，”我答道，“你害上那种咳嗽有多久了？”“呃嘿！呃嘿！——呃嘿！呃嘿！呃嘿！——呃嘿！呃嘿！呃嘿！——呃嘿！呃嘿！呃嘿！——呃嘿！呃嘿！呃嘿！”我那可怜的朋友老半天答不上口。

“没什么，”最后他说道。

“喏，”我依然答道，“咱们回去吧，你的身体要紧。

你有钱有势，人人敬慕，又得人心；你象我从前一样幸福。

要有个三长两短，那真是非同小可。

我倒无所谓，咱们回去吧，你害病，我可担待不起。

再说，还有卢克雷西——”“别说了，”他说，“咳嗽可不算什么，咳不死的。

我不会咳死。

” “对——对，”我答，“说真的的，我可不是存心吓唬你——可总得好好预防才是。

喝一口美道克酒去去潮气吧。

”说着我就从泥地上的一长溜酒瓶里，拿起一瓶酒，砸了瓶颈。

“喝吧，”我把酒递给他。

他瞟了我一眼，就将酒瓶举到唇边。

他歇下手，亲热的向我点点头，帽上铃铛就丁零当啷响了。

“我为周围那些长眠地下的干杯。

小学英语英语故事（童话故事）TheRoseElf玫瑰花精The Rose—Elf 玫瑰花精In the midst of a garden there grew a rose bush, quite covered with roses, and in the most beautiful of them all there lived an elf-an elf so tiny that no mortal eye could see him. But he was as well made and as perfect as any child could be, and he had wings reaching from his shoulders to his feet. Behind each petal of the rose he had a tiny bedroom. Oh, how fragrant his rooms were, and how bright and transparent the walls, for they were the beautiful pale pink petals of the rose! All day long the little elf rejoiced in the warm sunshine as he flew from flower to flower or danced on the wings of the fluttering butterflies and measured how many steps he would have to take to pass along all the roads and paths on a single linden leaf. You see, what we call the veins on a leaf were highroads and byways to him. It was a long journey, and he had begun it rather late, so before he finished, the sun had gone down!It turned very cold, dew fell, and the wind blew, so now it was high time he went home. He hurried as fast as he could, but to his dismay he found that the rose had closed its petals for the night! Not a single rose stood open! He couldn't get in! Now, the poor little rose elf was terribly frightened, for he had never been out at night before; he had always slumbered sweetly and safely behind the warm rose petals. This would surely be the death of him!Suddenly he remembered that at the other end of the garden there was an arbor of lovely honeysuckle, those flowers which looked like big painted horns. In one of them, perhaps, he could go down and sleep safely till morning.Swiftly he flew to the far end of the garden. But suddenly he stopped! Quiet! There were already two people in the arbor. The loveliest maiden and a handsome young man. They sat closely together and wished they might never, never part. They loved each other, even more than the best child can love its father and mother."Yet we must part," the young man was saying. "Your brother doesn't like me, so he is sending me on a long journey, far over distant mountains and oceans. Farewell, my sweetest bride, for that you will always be to me!"Then they kissed, and the young maiden wept and gave him a rose. But first she pressed on it a kiss so warm and tender that the rose petals opened, and then the little elf slipped quickly inside. As he leaned his tiny head against the delicate, fragrant walls, he could hear, "Farewell! Farewell!" and he felt that the rose was being placed on the young man's heart. Ah, how that heart beat! The little elf couldn't go to sleep for its beating!But not long did the rose rest undisturbed on that throbbing heart. As the young man walked lonely through the dark wood he took the rose out and kissed it so often and so warmly that the little elf was almost crushed. Through the petals he could feel the young man's burning lips, while the rose itself opened as if under the strongest midday sun.Suddenly another man appeared. It was the pretty maiden's gloomy and wicked brother! He drew out a long sharp knife, and while the young man was kissing the rose, thiswicked one stabbed him to death! Then he cut off the head and buried head and body in the soft earth beneath the linden tree."Now he's dead and forgotten!" the evil brother thought."He'll never come back again. He was supposed to have left on a long journey where a man might easily lose his life-and so he has lost his. No, he won't come back, and my sister won't ever dare ask me about him." Then he kicked dry leaves over the loose earth and went home in the darkness of the night.But he was not alone, as he thought. The little elf was with him. For, as he dug the grave, a dried, rolled-up linden leaf had fallen in his hair, and the rose elf was in that leaf. Now the man's hat was placed over the leaf, and it was very dark in there where the little elf trembled in fear and anger at the wicked deed.In the early morning, the evil man reached home. He took off his hat and went into his sister's bedroom. There lay the pretty maiden, dreaming of her beloved, whom she thought far away traveling over mountains and through the forests. The wicked brother leaned over her and laughed-the hideous laugh of a devil-and the withered leaf dropped from his hair onto her bed cover. But he didn't notice, and pretty soon he left her room to get a little sleep himself.Now the little elf crept quietly out of the withered leaf, slipped into the ear of the sleeping girl, and told her, as in a dream, the dreadful story of the murder. He described the spot in the woods where her brother had killed her sweetheart, and the place under the linden tree where the body was buried, and then whispered, "And so that you may not think this all a dream, you will find a withered leaf of the tree on your bedspread!" And when she awoke she found the leaf.Oh, what bitter, bitter tears she shed! Yet to no one did she dare betray her grief. All that day her window stood open, and the little elf could easily have escaped to the roses and all the other flowers of the garden, but he could not bear to leave thesorrowing girl.In the window stood a bush that bore roses every month, and he found a spot in one of those flowers from where he could watch the poor girl. Often her brother came into the room, merry with an evil mirth, and she dared not say a word of the grief in her heart.When night came she stole out of the house and into the forest to the place where the linden tree stood. She brushed away the leaves, dug into the earth, and so at last came to the body of her beloved. How she wept then, and how she prayed to God that she too might die! She would gladly have taken the body home with her, but since that would be impossible, she took up the pale head, with its closed eyes, kissed the cold mouth, and with a trembling hand brushed the dirt from the beautiful hair. "This, at least, I can keep," she wept. Then she buried the body again and scattered the leaves once more over it. But the head, together with a little sprig from a jasmine bush which bloomed in the wood where he had been killed, she took with her to her home.As soon as she reached her room she brought the biggest flowerpot she could find, and in this she laid the dead man's head, covered it with earth, and planted the sprig of jasmine.The little elf could no longer bear to see such grief. "Farewell, farewell," he whispered, and then he flew out to his rose in the garden. But it was withered and faded now, and only a few dry leaves clung to the bush. "Alas!" sighed the elf. "How soon everything good and beautiful passes away!" But at last he found another rose, and made his home in safety behind its delicate, fragrant petals.But every morning he would fly to the poor maiden's window, and he always found her there, weeping over the flowerpot.Softly her bitter tears fell upon the jasmine spray, and every day as she became paler and paler the sprig grew fresher and greener. New shoots appeared, one after another, and little white buds burst forth, and these she kissed.When her wicked brother saw her do that he scolded her and asked why she acted so silly. He didn't like it and didn't understand why she was always weeping over the flowerpot. He did not know what closed eyes were there, and what red lips had there returned to dust.And the pretty maiden leaned her head against the flowerpot, and the little elf found her there, fallen into a gentle slumber. So he crept again into her ear and whispered to her of that evening in the arbor and of the scent of the roses and the loves of the elves. Then she dreamed so sweetly, and while she dreamed her life passed gently away. She died a quiet death and was in Heaven with her beloved. And the jasmine flowers opened their big white bells and gave out their wonderful sweet fragrance. It was the only way they knew to weep for the dead.When the wicked brother saw the beautiful blooming plant, he took it for himself as an inheritance from his sister, and put it in his bedroom close beside his bed, for it was glorious indeed to look at, and its fragrance was sweet and fresh. But the little rose elf went with it, and flew from blossom to blossom; in each lived a tiny soul, and to each he told the story of the murdered man whose head even now rested under the earth beneath them. He told them of the evil brother and the poor sister."We know it!" replied each little soul in the flowers. "Did we not spring from those murdered eyes and lips? We know it! We know it!" they repeated, and nodded their heads in an odd way. The rose elf could not understand how they could be so quietabout it, and he flew out to the bees gathering honey and told them the terrible story about the wicked brother. So they reported it to their Queen, and the Queen commanded all the bees to kill the murderer the very next morning.But the night before, the first night after his sister's death, while the evil brother was asleep in his bed beside the fragrant jasmine, the flowers opened, and out of each blossom came a tiny spirit-invisible, but armed with a sharp little poisoned spear. First, they crept into his ears, and told him wicked dreams; then they flew across his lips, and pierced his tongue with their poisoned darts."Now we have avenged the dead man!" they cried, then flew back again into the white bells of the jasmine.When the morning came, and the windows of the bedroom were opened, the rose elf and the whole swarm of bees with their Queen swept in to kill him.But he was already dead, and people stood around his bed and said, "The scent of the jasmine has killed him!" Then the rose elf understood the vengeance of the flowers and told it to the Queen, and she and her whole swarm of bees ceaselessly hummed around the flowerpot and could not be driven away. When a man picked up the pot a bee stung him on the hand, so that he let it fall and it broke into pieces. Then the people saw the whitened skull and knew that the dead man on the bed was a murderer. So the Queen bee hummed in the air and sang of the vengeance of the flowers and about the rose elf, and how behind the smallest leaf there dwells One who can disclose and repay every evil.。

Life, thin and light-off time and time againFrivolous tireless生命，一次又一次轻薄过轻狂不知疲倦题记生如夏花oneI heard the echo, from the valleys and the heartOpen to the lonely soul of sickle harvestingRepeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of Eventually swaying in the desert oasisI believe I amBorn as the bright summer flowersDo not withered undefeated fiery demon ruleHeart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome Bored一我听见回声，来自山谷和心间以寂寞的镰刀收割空旷的灵魂不断地重复决绝，又重复幸福终有绿洲摇曳在沙漠我相信自己生来如同璀璨的夏日之花不凋不败，妖治如火承受心跳的负荷和呼吸的累赘乐此不疲TwoI heard the music, from the moon and carcassAuxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure There are always memories throughout the earthI believe I amDied as the quiet beauty of autumn leavesSheng is not chaos, smoke gestureEven wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle Occult二我听见音乐，来自月光和胴体辅极端的诱饵捕获飘渺的唯美一生充盈着激烈，又充盈着纯然总有回忆贯穿于世间我相信自己死时如同静美的秋日落叶不盛不乱，姿态如烟即便枯萎也保留丰肌清骨的傲然玄之又玄ThreeI hear love, I believe in loveLove is a pool of struggling blue-green algae As desolate micro-burst of windBleeding through my veinsYears stationed in the belief三我听见爱情，我相信爱情爱情是一潭挣扎的蓝藻如同一阵凄微的风穿过我失血的静脉驻守岁月的信念FourI believe that all can hearEven anticipate discrete, I met the other their ownSome can not grasp the momentLeft to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhereSee, I wear Zan Flowers on my head, in full bloom along the way all the way Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain 四我相信一切能够听见甚至预见离散，遇见另一个自己而有些瞬间无法把握任凭东走西顾，逝去的必然不返请看我头置簪花，一路走来一路盛开频频遗漏一些，又深陷风霜雨雪的感动FivePrajna Paramita, soon as soon aslife be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leavesAlso care about what has五般若波罗蜜，一声一声生如夏花，死如秋叶还在乎拥有什么注："Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autume leaves."这是印度大诗人泰戈尔《飞鸟集》第82首的英文原文，郑振铎翻译为“使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美”。

1. The Silent CryTrapped inside walls of griefMy dismal excistanceI am longing for you, oh queen of my desire Alone I cry so silentCan you hear meOh deliver me from my sorrowI feel so cold as I am drowningIn a sea of darkness am I fading away2. Under The Dying SunIn the fields of greenHer silhouette towards the skyUnder the dying sunI see her dieIn the fields of greenAn arrow of deathA dying beauty breathingHer last breathIn the fields of greenUnder the dying sunI cry outIn grief for my beloved oneA symbol of life and hope she was to me Now pain and suffering is all I can seeAn act of vengeance for the deeds I've done Why must she pay with a life now goneI lay down beside her and gaze into the sky Eyes filled with tears why must she dieIn the fields of greenUnder the dying sunI cry outIn grief for my beloved one3. Moments In SolitudeEmbraced by darkness my abandoned soulScreams within my mind I seeBut darkness drowning in my miseryTake me away to lands beyond this bleeding earth Thoose moments in solitude where my mind flies away Into the realm among the clouds where I rule my own life A kingdom for myselfA place without fear and with no need for your gods Where I find eternal piece within my soulThe realm among the cloudsWhere I wander in my moments of solitudeBut still I am falling through endless skiesSkies of darkness obscured by realityThat shrouds my life with hatred and lies4. A November DreamObscured by nightA forest of ShadowsThe silence of birds bringing peaceThe whispering night it calls my nameAnd so I follow the path of unknownIn solitude I wonder aboutFlakes of snow falling from the skyBy the frozen lake she awaits my arrivalThat weeping angel of endless sorrowUnder the starlit skyMy eyes embraced by her beautyAware of my presenceShe arise from her slumberI meet her crystal eyesA sad smile I beholdAs she melts into the everlasting night1. Eternal AutumnSo silent it seemed this tragic vision painted before my eyes Amidst falling leaves I had found my beloved bloodstained and paleFalling into the forever so silentAware of my presence she turned towards me her agonizing stare One last breath and she whisperedEverything dies before my tearfilled eyesDead and silent, a golden leaf of autumnFalling before my tearfilled eyesThis withering beautyThis eternal autumnSo silentSo silent2. WishAwakened this dying seasonSuch a beauty to beholdOh autumn hath arrivedA tragedy painted deadFallen am IWithout thee I am lostIn a region of doleful shadesI am withering awayI dwell in the shadows of lifeA dismal stage of mindI'm in painOh sun I hate thy beamsLeave me here to sleep and dreamIn the midst of falling leavesIn a garden of endless griefI yearn for thee my precious oneBeneath the pale grey sky I dream of your embrace How I wish I had you nearIn this oh so dolorous life where dreams turn to dusts I have lost all my hopeOf lasting pain and unpresent bliss this soul of mine How I welcome thee eternal sleepSilent advents of white deathI feel so coldSilent advents of white deathI feel so coldCrystallized tears falling stillOh autumn hath diedEnshrouded am I in thy mist of endless gloom Enthralled am I by thy beautyHow I wishHow I wish...In the midst of falling snowIn a garden of endless griefMy forlorn soul of miseryWhere peace and rest can never dwell, hope never comes I see no point in going onStill I dream but now I know I dream of a lieSo I close my eyes and I sighA life of shattered dreams I can no longer bearI enter thee eternal sleep...3. Of Sorrow BlueOf sorrow blue and clad in mistDancing midst the meadows of my dreams My precious one my fallen beautyFallen beneath a dismal cloudI recall that dreary morningI ran to the shores of her eyesI was there watching the seasAnd it was all silent upon the seaA candle caravanThe final stream of angel gleamThere was no farewell of solaceBefore the caravan was goneOf sorrow blue and clad in tearsHer cordial hands reach for meMy peaceful dream her soothing warmth Fallen beneath a dismal cloudI bow to her beautiful nameThe flowers need not to be watered These tears wont let the soil dryWhere her name is carved in stoneYou were my core you were my soulLips of roses mane of goldIntoxicated we lay entwinedI wore the carnal crown of sorrow Blue and clad in soilMy mind still echoes from her songs Earth and time are calling my name Let me fall beneath this dismal cloud 1. Sleeping Deathbleak silver streamsthe light of many a starborn from thrones in dark heaven and swept in the suns demisebleak silver streamsthe radiance of eternitypaint the meadows in dismal shades as sleeping death seep thru the cloudsi stand motionless andmarvel with empty eyeslike a portrait of bliss forsaken wearing the colors of lossi stand motionlesslike a grieving graveyard statueandi drape my face with my bare hands as sleeping death seeps thru the cloudsi felt a dying embracea soft breeze of weary windssinging silent lamentationsa prologue to a tragedy untoldclad in the cold breath of octoberthe stars fall from their thronesand my last gleam of hope fade awayin this crestfall orchardwhere the final chapter lies written dressed in a robe of shattered dreams as the flower withersin this crestfallen orchardwhere fallen leaves lies dyingi kneel down in solitudeas sleeping death seeps thru the cloudsi stare into the forever nightandi travel beyond the fallen starsi sink into oblivions twilight dream where my sleeping beautylies sleeping with the dead2. November Dreamamidst a forest of shadowsswept in thorns and songs of farewell i felt an echo of a glorious time gently whispering my nameas if knowing of my demiseas if guiding me awayfrom the torments of my loss towards that which i seekone final glimpse of her smileand so i followed and arrivedat the shore of a silent lakewherei beheld a starlit silhouetteof somehow familiar featuresit was her, my love and lifestaring into the nightand awaiting my adventi called out her nameand she unfolded her funeral face with eyes of radiant sorrowthat pierced my blissful starea moment of joy turned to dustas she spoke her final sighand left me shattered and alone amidst a forest of shadowsswept in thorns and songs of farewell 3. Bleak Dormition [instrumental]4. Open Woundi saw the flowers diegrand beauty turn to dustunder wings of cold white death winter came into my sleepi had left myself once againcovered with grey despairmy fallen memories lay bleak and bare untold misery had awakencome, enlight my dreamwith your forever smilelinger here awhileand be with me in my sleepcome, return the sunfor it is growing darkandi am bleeding dryfrom this open woundi wear the face of a dying wish seeking beyond the gate of my delusion where she is dancing with the dead clad in a shroud of eternal peacecome, enlight my dreamlet your moon arisesave me from the fruitfed with sorrows dewcome, return from dustbe with me for one last timesave me from myselfori will be dead by dawni saw the flowers dieand nothing felt the sameunder wings of cold white death weary hours brought the end5. Departuredaylight left with a grand adieusandi felt its twilight kissdancing into my empty stareclad in a spectrum of dying colors peering through oblivionwhere memories lay waste and wilde like fragments of a lamentation sleeping within a liedaylight left with a grand adieusandi gazed into its bleak eyesas it wept the end of my dayswith radiance of bitter lossentering my deep withinwhere thorns grow without restraint piercing my blissful sleep awakening a tragedydaylight left with a grand adieusandi saw black draperies fallto the sound of a whispering nocturneplayed gently with the echoing minors of my past growingwithing my mindlike an endless crescendo of melancholy feeding on my last gleams of hopeas night had set foreverdaylight left with a grand adieusandi found myself in a sea of deathfloating helplessly towards the enddrenched in a withering illusionpulsing through my veinsthe lasting torments of a funeral songthat left me singing the opening themethe soundtrack of my falldaylight left with a grand adieusandi asked for its forever handstretched out with a euphony of sirensas if knowing the hour was minegranting eternal sleepwith distant songs of a farewell dreami know there is another somewhereandi would die to meet its smile1. Submission[Music written by NiclasFrohagen 2006] [Arranged by NiclasFrohagen 2006-2007] [Lyrics written by NiclasFrohagen 2007]There, in the radiance of deceitA broken body and a shattered mind Screaming without making a soundSo weak and weary from its defeat Forever detached from a world of dreams Left staring into bottomless perdition Deep down where lasting torments await Draped in unquestionable delusionThere, in the radiance of deceitFacing final submission2. Selfdestructive[Music written by NiclasFrohagen 2006] [Arranged by NiclasFrohagen 2007-2008] [Lyrics written by NiclasFrohagen 2007]Listen, to the sound of fallingThe decline of a beautiful yesterday Spiraling down a pitch black foreverInto the essence of your desperate idea A creation of a weary and exhausted mind Feeding upon its own poisoned fruits And craving for our final declineTo let go and be pulled beneathCan you hear it, the lamenting riverThe river that has whispered our names Once i stared into its cold black eyeAs if tomorrow would never come Sometimes i wonder if you do the same If you yearn for that deadly kissWanting to escape your plaguing burden And reach out for a moment of peaceI never thought it would come to this That we would end up in this weary state Like shades of a forgotten EdenIn constant denial of all that was us Killing ourselves to live a lieKilling ourselves without knowing why Searching for peace but finding painWe are suffering from selfish ambitions 3. Detached[Music written by NiclasFrohagen 2006] [Arranged by NiclasFrohagen 2006-2007] [Lyrics written by NiclasFrohagen 2007]I felt the world turn awayWithout saying whyTo leave me trembling amongThe thorns of the wasteTo be swallowed by myselfand the darkness that is meAll I asked for was a dream to liveOr a final farewellPlease tell me why I can't be there And have to seek shelter in isolation Please tell me why I choose to escape And leave the world that could be mineI don't know whenI don't know howBut somehow I lost itThe will to see beyondI am stuck with the shadowsOf my own destructionAnd I sink with the wreckageOf my broken dreamSave me...Save me...Please tell me why I can't be thereTo welcome another beautiful dayTo taste the sweet honey of lifeAnd smile upon all that was granted to mePlease tell me why I choose isolationAnd detach myself from the ones I loveIt seems like I really lost itAnd now the world lost me4. Moments In Solitude[Music written by NiclasFrohagen 1997][Arranged by NiclasFrohagen 2006-2007][Lyrics originally written by NiclasFrohagen in 1997 rearranged in 2006]Embraced by shadowsFeels like I'm dead to this worldThis withering grey existenceA paradise for a sleepwalking kindSuppressed screams echo insideThey carve at my fragile stateI'm plagued by my own pathetic misery A creation of a diverted mindThese moments in solitudeMakes me wanting to escapeFar, far away from hereTo where I rule my own lifeA kingdom for myselfA place without fearAnd with no need of your godsThat's where I find eternal peace Somewhere among nowhereThat's where I lingerIn my moments in solitudeSeeking comfort beyond my graspBut it's all an empty visionAnd I'm still hereFalling through skies of darknessThat shrouds my life with hatred and liesI never wanted to feel sorry for myself But I can't seem to find another way out5. Pernicious[Music written by NiclasFrohagen 2006] [Arranged by NiclasFrohagen 2007] [Lyrics written by NiclasFrohagen 2006]And so, another day unfoldsAnother day dressed in blackReady to pull me further downDown the spiral of my decayI'm lost in a growing hellA darkness I can't bearMy hours are goneMy days are deadOh, please turn on the lightAnd give me comfort for a while One last moment of peaceA chance to breatheGrant me some golden beams And let them dance upon my face Silence my bitter wordsAnd let me smileAnd so, the colors fade awayNo longer are they mineOnly black and blue to paintThe world that burnt my eyes And nailed me to my crossI'm at their mercy now Helpless and exhaustedTo be devouredOh, please turn on the lightAnd tell me this is not the endI'm not ready yetFor departureI know it's just in vainTo think that things can be undoneBut all I'm asking forIs an escapeOh, please turn on the lightAnd tell me it was just a dreamLet me awake somewhere else Somewhere far awayOnce I reached out my handsAnd they opened up my veinsOnce I reached out my handsTo the pernicious6. Deprived[Music written by NiclasFrohagen 2006] [Arranged by NiclasFrohagen 2006-2007] [Lyrics written by NiclasFrohagen 2005]Once there was a smileFilled with radiant blissBreathing summers prideIn the midst of a beautiful life Oh, how it danced upon her face Painting nothing but perfection Her eyes stared into tomorrowAs fragile wings spread wide openThrough gardens of deceitWhere delusive pleasures grow She followed a sweet perfumeInto the depths of a twilight dream There in sunny beams he did appear With poisoned flowers for his prey Like a divinity for blind worshipHe smiled and reached out his handWith visions of grand beautyAnd words of promised landsHer mind was slowly intoxicatedBy a yearning for that glorious light Sleepwalking she entered the delusion Sleepwalking she entered his golden cage And wings of liberty fell deadAs she awoke from her slumberOnce there was a smileBut now it's dead and goneBuried beneath a lifeless maskThat hides the wreckage that is her Another angel fallen from grace Deprived of all that once wasUnable to see her own tomorrowAnd destined to fade away。

玫瑰不如雏菊,作文英文回答：The rose is a popular flower that is often admired for its beauty and fragrance. However, the daisy is also a beautiful flower that has its own unique charms. While the rose may be more popular, the daisy is just as deserving of our admiration.Here are some of the reasons why the daisy is just as good as the rose:Daisies are just as beautiful as roses. They come in a variety of different colors, including white, pink, yellow, and orange. Daisies also have a delicate, sweet fragrance that is just as pleasing as the scent of a rose.Daisies are more cheerful than roses. Roses are often associated with love and romance, which can make them feel a bit too formal or stuffy. Daisies, on the other hand, aremore lighthearted and cheerful. They are perfect for adding a touch of happiness to any room.Daisies are more versatile than roses. Roses are typically used for formal occasions, such as weddings and funerals. Daisies, on the other hand, can be used for a variety of different occasions, including birthdays, anniversaries, and graduations.Daisies are more affordable than roses. Roses can be quite expensive, especially if you buy them from a florist. Daisies, on the other hand, are much more affordable. You can easily find a bunch of daisies at your local grocery store for a fraction of the price of a dozen roses.Overall, the daisy is just as good as the rose. It is beautiful, cheerful, versatile, and affordable. If you are looking for a flower that will brighten your day, the daisy is the perfect choice.中文回答：玫瑰是广受欢迎的花朵，人们常常赞美它的美丽芬芳。

翻硕复习资料中国现代散文汉译英许多院校在考试的试卷上都喜欢出一些中国比较经典的现在范文片段，然后让学生进行汉译英的翻译，所以凯程老师整理了经典的现代散文翻译供大家参考，同时在文章后面对于个别字词进行了解析，帮助同学们弄懂文章的意思。

路畔的蔷薇郭沫若 清晨往松林里去散步，我在林荫路畔发见了一束被遗弃了的蔷薇。

蔷薇的花色还是鲜艳的，一朵紫红，一朵嫩红，一朵是病黄的象牙色中带着几分血晕(1)。

我把蔷薇拾在手里了。

青翠的叶上已经凝集着细密的露珠，这显然是昨夜被除人遗弃了的。

这是可怜的少女受了薄幸的男子的欺绐?还是不幸的青年受了轻狂的的妇人的玩弄? 昨晚上甜蜜的私语，今朝的冷清的露珠 (2) 我把蔷薇拿到家里来了，我想找个花瓶来供养它。

花瓶我没有(3)，我在一只墙角上寻了一个断了颈子的盛酒的土瓶。

——蔷薇哟，我虽然不能供养你以春酒，但我要供养你以清洁的流泉，清洁的素心。

你在这破土瓶中虽然不免要凄凄寂寂地飘零(4)，但比遗弃在路旁被人践踏了的好罢?Wayside RosesGuo Moruo Rambling through a pine forest early in the morning, I came across a bunch of forsaken roses lying by the shady wayside. They were still fresh in colour. One was purplish-red, another pink, still another a sickly ivory-yellow slightly tinged with blood-red. I picked them up in my hand. The numerous fine dewdrops on the fresh green leaves clearly showed that the roses had just been cast away the previous night. Were they pitiful maidens deflowered by fickle men? Or were they unlucky young men fooled by frivolous women? Last night’s whispers of love; this morning’s drops of cold dew… I brought the roses home and tried to find a flower vase to keep them in. Flower vase I had none, but I did find in a nook of my room an empty earthen wine bottle with its neck broken.--O dear roses, though unable to treat you to spring wine, I could offer you limpid spring water and my sincere pure heart. Wouldn’t it be better for you to wither away in solitude in this broken earthen wine bottle than to lie abandoned by the roadside and be trodden down upon?　注释： 《路畔的蔷薇》是郭沫若(1892-1978)的早期小品，玲珑剔透，饶有诗意，堪称一首优美的散文诗。

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欧·亨利（O. Henry, 1862-1910）作者简介：原名威廉·西德尼·波特（William Sydney Porter），是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一，他的创作紧随莫泊桑和契柯夫（Qìhēfū）之后，他的作品作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外，而又独树一帜，又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默百科全书”。

曾被评论界誉为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父。

生平：他的一生富于传奇性，距华盛顿州不远的北卡罗来纳州有一个名叫格林斯波罗的小镇。

1862年9月11日，小镇里一位不得志的医生和他美丽纤弱的妻子生了一个大眼睛、不大强壮的孩子。

谁也不曾想到，在19世纪末20世纪初，这个孩子以欧·亨利的笔名平步文坛，成为一个深受美国和世界读者喜欢的伟大小说家，并且在百年之后仍然保持着长久的影响和魅力。

欧·亨利的人生之路崎岖、艰苦而又不幸1862年9月11日出生于美国北卡罗来纳州格林斯波罗镇一个医师家庭。

1865年他（3岁）丧母，家境贫寒，从小由祖母抚养。

1877年（15岁）便开始在他一个远房叔叔的药店里当学徒(马克吐温1877年开始写《王子与贫儿》)，1882年（20岁）由于健康原因去得克萨斯州的一个牧场当了两年牧牛人，积累了对西部生活的亲身经验。

1884年（22岁）以后他在得克萨斯做过不同的工作，先后当过药剂师、绘图员，第一国民银行奥斯汀银行当出纳员，土地局办事员、新闻记者。

他还办过一份名为《滚石》的幽默周刊，并在休斯敦一家日报上发表幽默小说和趣闻逸事。

这一时期他的生活极不安定，但却为日后写作积累了不少的生活素材。

1887年（25岁），亨利与亚瑟尔·阿斯特斯结婚并生了一个女儿，正当他的生活颇为安定之时，却发生了一件改变他命运的事情。

1894年10月，银行发现他的帐目短缺了现金，法院审讯后宣布不予追究，于是他辞职离开了奥斯丁，来到休斯敦的幽默刊物《滚石》当美术编辑，第二年又成为《休斯敦邮报》的专栏作者。

In the labyrinth of shelves and the comforting scent of paper and ink, the bookstore had always been my sanctuary. It was a place where I could lose myself in the pages of a novel, or find solace in the wisdom of the great philosophers. Little did I know that one ordinary afternoon, my sanctuary would become the stage for an encounter that would change my perspective on life.It was a Saturday, the kind of day where the sun was just shy of being too bright, and the air was crisp with the promise of autumn. I had escaped the cacophony of my familys weekend chores and sought refuge in the local bookstore. As I meandered through the aisles, my fingers traced the spines of books that whispered tales of adventure, romance, and mystery. I was in no hurry, content to let the day unfold at its leisurely pace.In the history section, I found myself drawn to a large, leatherbound volume on ancient civilizations. The weight of it in my hands felt significant, as if I was holding a piece of time itself. As I flipped through the pages, engrossed in the intricate illustrations and dense text, I didnt notice the elderly man who had approached.His voice, gentle and seasoned with a hint of a British accent, startled me. Fascinating, isnt it? The stories these pages hold. He was a tall man, with a back slightly bent by the weight of years, and eyes that held a twinkle of curiosity. I nodded, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment for not having noticed his presence sooner.We fell into conversation, discussing the rise and fall of empires, the evolution of human societies, and the profound impact of historical events on the present. His knowledge was vast, and his passion for history was infectious. He spoke of the past with a reverence that made me see the world in a new light.As we talked, he shared stories of his own travels, of standing amidst the ruins of ancient cities, feeling the echo of history in the whisper of the wind. He described the aweinspiring grandeur of the Pyramids of Giza, the serene beauty of the Acropolis in Athens, and the haunting silence of the Roman Colosseum. His words painted vivid images in my mind, transporting me to these distant lands and eras.He also spoke of the importance of learning from the past, of understanding the patterns of human behavior and the lessons that history has to offer. History is not just a collection of dates and events, he said, his eyes alight with fervor. Its a mirror that reflects our humanity, our triumphs, and our follies.Our conversation meandered like a river, branching out into discussions about literature, philosophy, and the nature of existence itself. Time seemed to lose its meaning as weshared our thoughts and ideas, each one sparking a new train of thought.As the afternoon sun began to cast long shadows across the bookstore, I realized that our encounter was drawing to a close. We exchanged a few parting words, and he left with a warm smile and a nod of mutual respect. I watched him walk away, a figure of wisdom and experience, leaving behind an indelible impression.That day in the bookstore was more than just an ordinary afternoon. It was a moment of connection, a sharing of knowledge, and a reminder of the power of human interaction. It taught me the value of engaging with others, of learning from their experiences, and of the endless possibilities that a simple conversation can hold.The elderly mans passion for history and his ability to see the world in a broader context inspired me to look beyond the confines of my own life. It was a reminder that every person we meet has a story to tell, a perspective to share, and a lesson to teach. And sometimes, all it takes is an open mind and a willingness to listen.。

鲜花荆棘英语作文600Thorns of Beauty: The Allure and Peril of Roses.In the realm of nature's artistry, where vibrant blooms unfurl their petals to the sun's caress, the rose stands as a timeless masterpiece. Its beauty captivates the senses, while its thorns serve as a constant reminder of theduality of nature's embrace. In this tapestry of allure and peril, the rose epitomizes the delicate balance between pleasure and pain, a harmonious contrast that weaves a tale as captivating as its scent.The rose's petals, soft as a lover's whisper, form layers of delicate tissue, each petal a masterpiece of intricate design. Their hues range from the ethereal blush of dawn to the rich crimson of passion, evoking emotions as varied as the colors themselves. The velvety texture of the petals invites a gentle caress, a touch that is both sensual and reverent.However, beneath this enchanting exterior, nature has bestowed upon the rose a protective defense. Its thorns, sharp as needles, stand guard around the delicate flower, a formidable barrier against potential threats. These thorns, while often concealed by the rose's beauty, serve as a constant reminder of the potential dangers that lie in wait.This duality between beauty and peril is the essence of the rose's allure. Its beauty draws us in, tempting us to bask in its radiant glow. Yet, the thorns remind us of the potential consequences, the pain that may accompany the pursuit of beauty. It is a lesson in the delicate balanceof nature, where pleasure and pain coexist in a dance of eternal harmony.The rose has long been a symbol of love, passion, and desire. Its presence in countless works of art, literature, and music attests to its enduring appeal. From thelegendary love story of Beauty and the Beast, where therose represented the prince's transformation, to the iconic red rose of St. Valentine's Day, the rose has become synonymous with the language of love.However, the rose's allure extends beyond the realm of romance. Its beauty has inspired poets and artists for centuries, capturing the imagination with its timeless elegance and evocative power. In the paintings of the Dutch masters, roses often adorned vases, their presence adding a touch of opulent beauty to the scene. The 19th-century French painter Pierre-Joseph Redouté immortalized the rose in his exquisite botanical illustrations, capturing its delicate details and vibrant colors with breathtaking precision.The rose's fragrance is another aspect of its allure. Its sweet scent, both heady and intoxicating, has the power to transport us to a world of tranquility and delight. Whether it is the delicate fragrance of a single bloom or the intoxicating scent of a rose garden, the rose's aroma has an almost magical effect on the senses.Yet, despite its beauty and allure, the rose's thorns serve as a constant reminder of life's complexities. The thorns represent the obstacles, challenges, and heartachesthat we all face in our pursuit of beauty and happiness. They remind us that the path to true fulfillment is often paved with both joy and pain.The rose's lesson is one of acceptance. It teaches us to embrace the beauty of life while acknowledging the inevitability of suffering. Just as the rose's thorns protect its delicate petals, life's challenges serve to strengthen our resilience and shape our character.In the tapestry of life, the rose is a poignant symbol of the human experience. Its beauty and allure reflect our own aspirations for a life filled with joy and contentment. Its thorns remind us of the challenges we must overcome in order to grow and evolve.The rose, therefore, is not merely a flower. It is a metaphor for the complexities of life, a reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and pain. It is a symbol of love, passion, and desire, as well as a reminder of the challenges and obstacles that we must face in our pursuit of happiness.As we navigate the labyrinth of life, may we take inspiration from the rose. May its beauty remind us to appreciate the joys of existence, and may its thorns remind us to embrace the challenges with courage and resilience. For in the tapestry of life, it is in the interplay between beauty and pain, pleasure and suffering, that we find true fulfillment.。

玫瑰花的作文揭示主题英文回答：A rose, a symbol of love, beauty, and passion, has been immortalized in literature, art, and music for centuries. Its delicate petals, intoxicating fragrance, and rich symbolism have captivated hearts and minds across cultures and time periods. In this essay, we will delve into the multifaceted nature of the rose, exploring its historical significance, cultural meanings, and enduring legacy as a timeless symbol.Throughout history, the rose has held a prominent place in human civilization. In ancient Greece, roses were associated with the goddess Aphrodite, the embodiment of love and beauty. The Romans believed roses possessed healing properties and used them in medicine and cosmetics. In medieval Europe, roses played a significant role in heraldry, symbolizing nobility, courage, and chivalry.Beyond its historical significance, the rose has acquired a wealth of cultural meanings. In many cultures, red roses are the ultimate expression of romantic love and desire. White roses, on the other hand, often represent innocence, purity, and new beginnings. Yellow roses convey friendship, joy, and optimism, while pink roses symbolize gratitude, appreciation, and admiration.The enduring popularity of the rose as a symbol is due to its timeless qualities. Roses bloom in a wide range of colors, from the classic red to delicate pastels, making them versatile and adaptable to different contexts. Their sweet fragrance evokes feelings of joy, relaxation, and tranquility. Furthermore, the rose's thorny stem serves as a reminder that even the most beautiful things can have their dangers, adding an element of mystique and intrigue.In literature, art, and music, the rose has been used as a powerful metaphor for love, beauty, passion, and transience. In Shakespeare's iconic play "Romeo and Juliet," the star-crossed lovers exchange roses as tokens of their forbidden love. In the famous painting "AmericanGothic" by Grant Wood, the woman holds a single red rose, which has been interpreted as a symbol of both desire and repression. And in the haunting melody of "The Rose" by Bette Midler, the rose represents the bittersweet nature of love and loss.The versatility of the rose as a symbol also extends to its use in various forms of art and design. Roses have been depicted in paintings, sculptures, tapestries, and even architecture. Rose patterns are commonly found in textiles, home décor, and fashion accessories. The timeless elegance of the rose makes it a popular choice for weddings, anniversary celebrations, and other special occasions.In addition to its cultural significance, the rose has also found practical applications in various fields. Rose hips, the fruit of the rose plant, are rich in vitamin C and have been used in traditional medicine for centuries. Rose water, extracted from rose petals, is used in cosmetics, perfumes, and food flavorings. Rose oil, derived from the petals through a complex process of distillation, is highly prized in aromatherapy and perfumery for itsexquisite fragrance.In conclusion, the rose stands as a multifaceted symbol that has transcended time and cultures. Its beauty, fragrance, and rich symbolism have made it a beloved and enduring presence in human civilization. Whether it is a token of love, a symbol of hope, or a reminder of life's fleeting nature, the rose continues to captivate hearts and minds, leaving an everlasting imprint on our collective consciousness.中文回答：玫瑰，作为爱情、美丽与激情的象征，几个世纪以来一直被文学、艺术和音乐所传颂。

双语安徒生童话《玫瑰花精TheElfoftheRose》"I will keep this," said she; and as soon as she had covered the body again with the earth and leaves, she took the head and a little sprig of jasmine that bloomed in the wood, near the spot where he was buried, and carried them home with her. As soon as she was in her room, she took the largest flower-pot she could find, and in this she placed the head of the dead man, covered it up with earth, and planted the twig of jasmine in it."Farewell, farewell," whispered the little elf. He could not any longer endure to witness all this agony of grief, he therefore flew away to his own rose in the garden. But the rose was faded; only a few dry leaves still clung to the green hedge behind it."Alas! how soon all that is good and beautiful passes away," sighed the elf.After a while he found another rose, which became his home, for among its delicate fragrant leaves he could dwell in safety. Every morning he flew to the window of the poor girl, and always found her weeping by the flower pot. The bitter tears fell upon the jasmine twig, and each day, as she became paler and paler, the sprig appeared to grow greener and fresher.One shoot after another sprouted forth, and little white buds blossomed, which the poor girl fondly kissed. But herwicked brother scolded her, and asked her if she was going mad. He could not imagine why she was weeping over that flower-pot, and it annoyed him. He did not know whose closed eyes were there, nor what red lips were fading beneath the earth. And one day she sat and leaned her head against the flower-pot, and the little elf of the rose found her asleep. Then he seated himself by her ear, talked to her of that evening in the arbor, of the sweetperfume of the rose, and the loves of the elves.Sweetly she dreamed, and while she dreamt, her life passed away calmly and gently, and her spirit was with himwhom she loved, in heaven. And the jasmine opened its large white bells, and spread forth its sweet fragrance; it had no other way of showing its grief for the dead.But the wicked brother considered the beautiful blooming plant as his own property, left to him by his sister, and he placed it in his sleeping room, close by his bed, for it was very lovely in appearance, and the fragrance sweet and delightful. The little elf of the rose followed it, and flew from flower to flower, telling each little spirit that dwelt in them the story of the murdered young man, whose head now formed part of the earth beneath them, and of the wicked brother and the poor sister."We know it," said each little spirit in the flowers, "we know it, for have we not sprung from the eyes and lips of the murdered one. We know it, we know it," and the flowers nodded with their heads in a peculiar manner. The elf of the rose could not understand how they could rest so quietly in the matter, so he flew to the bees, who were gathering honey, and told them of the wicked brother. And the bees told it to their queen, who commanded that the next morning they should go and kill the murderer.But during the night, the first after the sister's death, while the brother was sleeping in his bed, close to where he had placed the fragrant jasmine, every flower cup opened, and invisibly the little spirits stole out, armed with poisonous spears. They placed themselves by the ear of the sleeper, toldhim dreadful dreams and then flew across his lips, and pricked his tongue with their poisoned spears. "Now have we revenged the dead," said they,and flew back into the white bells of the jasmine flowers. When the morning came, and as soon as the window was opened, the rose elf, with the queen bee, and the whole swarm of bees, rushed in to kill him. But he was already dead.People were standing round the bed, and saying that the scent of the jasmine had killed him. Then the elf of the rose understood the revenge of the flowers, and explained it to the queen bee, and she, with the whole swarm, buzzed about the flower-pot. The bees could not be driven away. Then a man took it up to remove it, and one of the bees stung him in the hand, so that he let the flower-pot fall, and it was broken to pieces.Then every one saw the whitened skull, and they knew the dead man in the bed was a murderer. And the queen bee hummed in the air, and sang of the revenge of the flowers, and of the elf of the rose and said that behind the smallest leaf dwells One, who can discover evil deeds, and punish them also.玫瑰花精花园中央有一个玫瑰花丛，开满了玫瑰花。

英语学习资料：TheRose歌词（中英文）The Rose歌词（中英文）《The Rose》是电影《The Rose》(歌声泪痕)中的片尾曲，由Amanda McBroom创作于1978年。

《The Rose》是一首传唱了几十载的经典老歌，不知不觉飘进你我心里。

爱就是一朵花，只要心中播种希望，春天来临时定有馨香玫瑰绽放。

想送给你，让我们心怀玫瑰，聆听天籁般的歌声，默记富含哲理的词句“Lies the seed that with the sun's love，In the spring bees the rose”。

The Rose歌词Some say love it is a riverThat drowns the tender reedSome say love it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleedSome say love it is a hungerAn endless aching needI say love it is a flowerAnd you , its only seedIt's the heart afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIt's the dream afraid of wakingThat never takes the chanceIt's the one who won't be takenWho cannot seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dyingThat never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too longAnd you think that love is onlyFor the lucky and the strongJust remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snowsLies the seed that with the sun's loveIn the spring bees the rose中文歌词那朵玫瑰花有人说/爱是一条河会淹没轻柔的芦苇有人说/爱是一把剃刀让你的灵魂流血有人说/爱是一种焦渴一种无尽的带痛渴求而我说爱是一朵花而你则是唯一的种子如果心儿害怕破碎就永远无法学会起舞如果害怕从美梦中醒来就永远也抓不住机会如果不愿付出就永远没有回报如果灵魂害怕去死就永远学不会怎么去活。

双语安徒生童话《玫瑰花精TheElfoftheRose》IN the midst of a garden grew a rose-tree, in full blossom, and in the prettiest of all the roses lived an elf. He was such a little wee thing, that no human eye could see him. Behind each leaf of the rose he had a sleeping chamber.He was as well formed and as beautiful as a little child could be, and had wings that reached from his shoulders to his feet. Oh, what sweet fragrance there was in his chambers! and how clean and beautiful were the walls! for they were the blushing leaves of the rose.During the whole day he enjoyed himself in the warm sunshine, flew from flower to flower, and danced on the wings of the flying butterflies. Then he took it into his head to measure how many steps he would have to go through the roads and cross-roads that are on the leaf of a linden-tree. What we call the veins on a leaf, he took for roads; aye, and very long roads they were for him; for before he had half finished his task, the sun went down: he had commenced his work too late. It became very cold, the dew fell, and the wind blew; so he thought the best thing he could do would be to return home. He hurried himself as much as he could; but he found the roses all closed up, and he could not get in; not a single rose stood open.The poor little elf was very much frightened. He had never before been out at night, but had always slumbered secretly behind the warm rose-leaves. Oh, this would certainly be his death. At the other end of the garden, he knew there was an arbor, overgrown with beautiful honey-suckles. The blossoms looked like large painted horns; and he thought to himself, he would go and sleep in one of these till the morning. He flew thither; but"hush!" two people were in the arbor,- a handsome young man and a beautiful lady. They sat side by side, and wished that they might never be obliged to part. They loved each other much more than the best child can love its father and mother."But we must part," said the young man; "your brother does not like our engagement, and therefore he sends me so far away on business, over mountains and seas. Farewell, my sweet bride; for so you are to me."And then they kissed each other, and the girl wept, and gave him a rose; but before she did so, she pressed a kiss upon it so fervently that the flower opened. Then the little elf flew in, and leaned his head on the delicate, fragrant walls. Here he could plainly hear them say, "Farewell, farewell;" and he felt that the rose had been placed on the young man's breast. Oh, how his heart did beat! The little elf could not go to sleep, it thumped so loudly. The young man took it out as he walked through the dark wood alone, and kissed the flower so often and so violently, that the little elf was almost crushed. He could feel through the leaf how hot the lips of the young man were, and the rose had opened, as if from the heat of the noonday sun.There came another man, who looked gloomy and wicked. He was the wicked brother of the beautiful maiden. He drew out a sharp knife, and while the other was kissing the rose, the wicked man stabbed him to death; then he cut off his head, and buried it with the body in the soft earth under the linden-tree."Now he is gone, and will soon be forgotten," thought the wicked brother; "he will never come back again. He was going on a long journey over mountains and seas; it is easy for a man to lose his life in such a journey. My sister will suppose he is dead; for he cannot come back, and she will not dare to question meabout him."Then he scattered the dry leaves over the light earth with his foot, and went home through the darkness; but he went not alone, as he thought,- the little elf accompanied him. He sat in a dry rolled-up linden-leaf, which had fallen from the tree on to the wicked man's head, as he was digging the grave. The hat was on the head now, which made it very dark, and the little elf shuddered with fright and indignation at the wicked deed.It was the dawn of morning before the wicked man reached home; he took off his hat, and went into his sister's room. There lay the beautiful, blooming girl, dreaming of himwhom she loved so, and who was now, she supposed, travelling far away over mountain and sea. Her wicked brotherstopped over her, and laughed hideously, as fiends only can laugh.The dry leaf fell out of his hair upon the counterpane; but he did not notice it, and went to get a little sleep during the early morning hours. But the elf slipped out of the withered leaf, placed himself by the ear of the sleeping girl, and told her, as in a dream, of the horrid murder; described the place where her brother had slain her lover, and buried his body; and told her of the linden-tree, in full blossom, that stood close by."That you may not think this is only a dream that I have told you," he said, "you will find on your bed a withered leaf."Then she awoke, and found it there. Oh, what bitter tears she shed! and she could not open her heart to any one for relief.The window stood open the whole day, and the little elf could easily have reached the roses, or any of the flowers; but he could not find it in his heart to leave one so afflicted. In the window stood a bush bearing monthly roses. He seated himself in one of the flowers, and gazed on the poor girl. Her brotheroften came into the room, and would be quite cheerful, in spite of his base conduct; so she dare not say a word to him of her heart's grief.As soon as night came on, she slipped out of the house, and went into the wood, to the spot where the linden-tree stood; and after removing the leaves from the earth, she turned it up, and there found him who had been murdered. Oh, how she wept and prayed that she also might die! Gladly would she have taken the body home with her; but that was impossible; so she took up the poor head with the closed eyes, kissed the cold lips, and shook the mould out of the beautiful hair.。