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石榴之家(王尔德英文版).pdf

石榴之家(王尔德英文版).pdf

上传者: 罐装果酱 2010-12-02 评分 0 0 0 0 0 0 暂无简介 简介 举报

简介:本文档为《石榴之家(王尔德英文版)pdf》,可适用于人文社科领域,主题内容包含AHOUSEOFPOMEGRANATESByOscarWildeAPENNSTATEELECTRONICCLASSICSSERIESPUBLICAT符等。

AHOUSEOFPOMEGRANATESByOscarWildeAPENNSTATEELECTRONICCLASSICSSERIESPUBLICATIONAHouseofPomegranatesbyOscarWildeisapublicationofthePennsylvaniaStateUniversityThisPortableDocumentfileisfurnishedfreeandwithoutanychargeofanykindAnypersonusingthisdocumentfile,foranypurpose,andinanywaydoessoathisorherownriskNeitherthePennsylvaniaStateUniversitynorJimManis,FacultyEditor,noranyoneassociatedwiththePennsylvaniaStateUniversityassumesanyresponsibilityforthematerialcontainedwithinthedocumentorforthefileasanelectronictransmission,inanywayAHouseofPomegranatesbyOscarWilde,thePennsylvaniaStateUniversity,ElectronicClassicsSeries,JimManis,FacultyEditor,Hazleton,PAisaPortableDocumentFileproducedaspartofanongoingstudentpublicationprojecttobringclassicalworksofliterature,inEnglish,tofreeandeasyaccessofthosewishingtomakeuseofthemCoverDesign:JimManisCopyrightThePennsylvaniaStateUniversityThePennsylvaniaStateUniversityisanequalopportunityuniversityContentsContentsContentsContentsContentsTHEYOUNGKINGTHEBIRTHDAYOFTHEINFANTATHEFISHERMANANDHISSOULTHESTARCHILDAHouseofPomegranatesAHOUSEOFPOMEGRANATESByOscarWildeTHEYOUNGKINGToMargaretLadyBrookeTheRaneeofSarawakITWASTHENIGHTBEFOREthedayfixedforhiscoronation,andtheyoungKingwassittingaloneinhisbeautifulchamberHiscourtiershadalltakentheirleaveofhim,bowingtheirheadstotheground,accordingtotheceremonioususageoftheday,andhadretiredtotheGreatHallofthePalace,toreceiveafewlastlessonsfromtheProfessorofEtiquettetherebeingsomeofthemwhohadstillquitenaturalmanners,whichinacourtieris,Ineedhardlysay,averygraveoffenceTheladforhewasonlyalad,beingbutsixteenyearsofagewasnotsorryattheirdeparture,andhadflunghimselfbackwithadeepsighofreliefonthesoftcushionsofhisembroideredcouch,lyingthere,wildeyedandopenmouthed,likeabrownwoodlandFaun,orsomeyounganimaloftheforestnewlysnaredbythehuntersAnd,indeed,itwasthehunterswhohadfoundhim,cominguponhimalmostbychanceas,barelimbedandpipeinhand,hewasfollowingtheflockofthepoorgoatherdwhohadbroughthimup,andwhosesonhehadalwaysfanciedhimselftobeThechildoftheoldKing’sonlydaughterbyasecretmarriagewithonemuchbeneathherinstationastranger,somesaid,who,bythewonderfulmagicofhisluteplaying,hadmadetheyoungPrincesslovehimwhileothersspokeofanartistfromRimini,towhomthePrincesshadshownmuch,perhapstoomuchhonour,andwhohadsuddenlydisappearedfromthecity,leavinghisworkintheCathedralunfinishedhehadbeen,whenbutaweekold,stoOscarWildelenawayfromhismother’sside,assheslept,andgivenintothechargeofacommonpeasantandhiswife,whowerewithoutchildrenoftheirown,andlivedinaremotepartoftheforest,morethanaday’sridefromthetownGrief,ortheplague,asthecourtphysicianstated,or,assomesuggested,aswiftItalianpoisonadministeredinacupofspicedwine,slew,withinanhourofherwakening,thewhitegirlwhohadgivenhimbirth,andasthetrustymessengerwhobarethechildacrosshissaddlebowstoopedfromhiswearyhorseandknockedattherudedoorofthegoatherd’shut,thebodyofthePrincesswasbeingloweredintoanopengravethathadbeenduginadesertedchurchyard,beyondthecitygates,agravewhereitwassaidthatanotherbodywasalsolying,thatofayoungmanofmarvellousandforeignbeauty,whosehandsweretiedbehindhimwithaknottedcord,andwhosebreastwasstabbedwithmanyredwoundsSuch,atleast,wasthestorythatmenwhisperedtoeachotherCertainitwasthattheoldKing,whenonhisdeathbed,whethermovedbyremorseforhisgreatsin,ormerelydesiringthatthekingdomshouldnotpassawayfromhisline,hadhadtheladsentfor,and,inthepresenceoftheCouncil,hadacknowledgedhimashisheirAnditseemsthatfromtheveryfirstmomentofhisrecognitionhehadshownsignsofthatstrangepassionforbeautythatwasdestinedtohavesogreataninfluenceoverhislifeThosewhoaccompaniedhimtothesuiteofroomssetapartforhisservice,oftenspokeofthecryofpleasurethatbrokefromhislipswhenhesawthedelicateraimentandrichjewelsthathadbeenpreparedforhim,andofthealmostfiercejoywithwhichheflungasidehisroughleatherntunicandcoarsesheepskincloakHemissed,indeed,attimesthefinefreedomofhisforestlife,andwasalwaysapttochafeatthetediousCourtceremoniesthatoccupiedsomuchofeachday,butthewonderfulpalaceJoyeuse,astheycalleditofwhichhenowfoundhimselflord,seemedtohimtobeanewworldfreshfashionedforhisdelightandassoonashecouldescapefromthecouncilboardoraudiencechamber,hewouldrundownthegreatstaircase,withitslionsofgiltbronzeanditsstepsofbrightporphyry,andwanderfromroomtoroom,andfromcorridortocorridor,likeonewhowasseekingtofindinbeautyananodynefrompain,asortAHouseofPomegranatesofrestorationfromsicknessUponthesejourneysofdiscovery,ashewouldcallthemand,indeed,theyweretohimrealvoyagesthroughamarvellousland,hewouldsometimesbeaccompaniedbytheslim,fairhairedCourtpages,withtheirfloatingmantles,andgayflutteringribandsbutmoreoftenhewouldbealone,feelingthroughacertainquickinstinct,whichwasalmostadivination,thatthesecretsofartarebestlearnedinsecret,andthatBeauty,likeWisdom,lovesthelonelyworshipperManycuriousstorieswererelatedabouthimatthisperiodItwassaidthatastoutBurgomaster,whohadcometodeliverafloridoratoricaladdressonbehalfofthecitizensofthetown,hadcaughtsightofhimkneelinginrealadorationbeforeagreatpicturethathadjustbeenbroughtfromVenice,andthatseemedtoheraldtheworshipofsomenewgodsOnanotheroccasionhehadbeenmissedforseveralhours,andafteralengthenedsearchhadbeendiscoveredinalittlechamberinoneofthenorthernturretsofthepalacegazing,asoneinatrance,ataGreekgemcarvedwiththefigureofAdonisHehadbeenseen,sothetaleran,pressinghiswarmlipstothemarblebrowofanantiquestatuethathadbeendiscoveredinthebedoftheriverontheoccasionofthebuildingofthestonebridge,andwasinscribedwiththenameoftheBithynianslaveofHadrianHehadpassedawholenightinnotingtheeffectofthemoonlightonasilverimageofEndymionAllrareandcostlymaterialshadcertainlyagreatfascinationforhim,andinhiseagernesstoprocurethemhehadsentawaymanymerchants,sometotrafficforamberwiththeroughfisherfolkofthenorthseas,sometoEgypttolookforthatcuriousgreenturquoisewhichisfoundonlyinthetombsofkings,andissaidtopossessmagicalproperties,sometoPersiaforsilkencarpetsandpaintedpottery,andotherstoIndiatobuygauzeandstainedivory,moonstonesandbraceletsofjade,sandalwoodandblueenamelandshawlsoffinewoolButwhathadoccupiedhimmostwastherobehewastowearathiscoronation,therobeoftissuedgold,andtherubystuddedcrown,andthesceptrewithitsrowsandringsofpearlsIndeed,itwasofthisthathewasthinkingtonight,ashelaybackonhisluxuriouscouch,watchingthegreatOscarWildepinewoodlogthatwasburningitselfoutontheopenhearthThedesigns,whichwerefromthehandsofthemostfamousartistsofthetime,hadbeensubmittedtohimmanymonthsbefore,andhehadgivenordersthattheartificersweretotoilnightanddaytocarrythemout,andthatthewholeworldwastobesearchedforjewelsthatwouldbeworthyoftheirworkHesawhimselfinfancystandingatthehighaltarofthecathedralinthefairraimentofaKing,andasmileplayedandlingeredabouthisboyishlips,andlitupwithabrightlustrehisdarkwoodlandeyesAftersometimeherosefromhisseat,andleaningagainstthecarvedpenthouseofthechimney,lookedroundatthedimlylitroomThewallswerehungwithrichtapestriesrepresentingtheTriumphofBeautyAlargepress,inlaidwithagateandlapislazuli,filledonecorner,andfacingthewindowstoodacuriouslywroughtcabinetwithlacquerpanelsofpowderedandmosaicedgold,onwhichwereplacedsomedelicategobletsofVenetianglass,andacupofdarkveinedonyxPalepoppieswerebroideredonthesilkcoverletofthebed,asthoughtheyhadfallenfromthetiredhandsofsleep,andtallreedsofflutedivorybareupthevelvetcanopy,fromwhichgreattuftsofostrichplumessprang,likewhitefoam,tothepallidsilverofthefrettedceilingAlaughingNarcissusingreenbronzeheldapolishedmirroraboveitsheadOnthetablestoodaflatbowlofamethystOutsidehecouldseethehugedomeofthecathedral,loominglikeabubbleovertheshadowyhouses,andthewearysentinelspacingupanddownonthemistyterracebytheriverFaraway,inanorchard,anightingalewassingingAfaintperfumeofjasminecamethroughtheopenwindowHebrushedhisbrowncurlsbackfromhisforehead,andtakingupalute,lethisfingersstrayacrossthecordsHisheavyeyelidsdrooped,andastrangelanguorcameoverhimNeverbeforehadhefeltsokeenly,orwithsuchexquisitejoy,themagicandthemysteryofbeautifulthingsWhenmidnightsoundedfromtheclocktowerhetouchedabell,andhispagesenteredanddisrobedhimwithmuchceremony,pouringrosewateroverhishands,andstrewingflowersonhispillowAfewmomentsafterthattheyhadlefttheroom,hefellasleepAndasheslepthedreamedadream,andthiswashisdreamAHouseofPomegranatesHethoughtthathewasstandinginalong,lowattic,amidstthewhirandclatterofmanyloomsThemeagredaylightpeeredinthroughthegratedwindows,andshowedhimthegauntfiguresoftheweaversbendingovertheircasesPale,sicklylookingchildrenwerecrouchedonthehugecrossbeamsAstheshuttlesdashedthroughthewarptheylifteduptheheavybattens,andwhentheshuttlesstoppedtheyletthebattensfallandpressedthethreadstogetherTheirfaceswerepinchedwithfamine,andtheirthinhandsshookandtrembledSomehaggardwomenwereseatedatatablesewingAhorribleodourfilledtheplaceTheairwasfoulandheavy,andthewallsdrippedandstreamedwithdampTheyoungKingwentovertooneoftheweavers,andstoodbyhimandwatchedhimAndtheweaverlookedathimangrily,andsaid,‘WhyartthouwatchingmeArtthouaspysetonusbyourmaster’‘Whoisthymaster’askedtheyoungKing‘Ourmaster!’criedtheweaver,bitterly‘HeisamanlikemyselfIndeed,thereisbutthisdifferencebetweenusthathewearsfineclotheswhileIgoinrags,andthatwhileIamweakfromhungerhesuffersnotalittlefromoverfeeding’‘Thelandisfree,’saidtheyoungKing,‘andthouartnoman’sslave’‘Inwar,’answeredtheweaver,‘thestrongmakeslavesoftheweak,andinpeacetherichmakeslavesofthepoorWemustworktolive,andtheygiveussuchmeanwagesthatwedieWetoilforthemalldaylong,andtheyheapupgoldintheircoffers,andourchildrenfadeawaybeforetheirtime,andthefacesofthosewelovebecomehardandevilWetreadoutthegrapes,andanotherdrinksthewineWesowthecorn,andourownboardisemptyWehavechains,thoughnoeyebeholdsthemandareslaves,thoughmencallusfree’‘Isitsowithall’heasked,‘Itissowithall,’answeredtheweaver,‘withtheyoungaswellaswiththeold,withthewomenaswellaswiththemen,withthelittlechildrenaswellaswiththosewhoarestrickeninyearsThemerchantsgrindusdown,andwemustneedsdotheirbiddingThepriestridesbyandtellshisbeads,andnomanhascareofusThroughoursunlesslanescreepsPovertywithherhungryeyes,andSinwithhissoddenfacefollowsclosebehindherMiserywakesusinthemorning,OscarWildeandShamesitswithusatnightButwhatarethesethingstotheeThouartnotoneofusThyfaceistoohappy’Andheturnedawayscowling,andthrewtheshuttleacrosstheloom,andtheyoungKingsawthatitwasthreadedwithathreadofgoldAndagreatterrorseizeduponhim,andhesaidtotheweaver,‘Whatrobeisthisthatthouartweaving’‘ItistherobeforthecoronationoftheyoungKing,’heanswered‘whatisthattothee’AndtheyoungKinggavealoudcryandwoke,andlo!hewasinhisownchamber,andthroughthewindowhesawthegreathoneycolouredmoonhangingintheduskyairAndhefellasleepagainanddreamed,andthiswashisdreamHethoughtthathewaslyingonthedeckofahugegalleythatwasbeingrowedbyahundredslavesOnacarpetbyhissidethemasterofthegalleywasseatedHewasblackasebony,andhisturbanwasofcrimsonsilkGreatearringsofsilverdraggeddownthethicklobesofhisears,andinhishandshehadapairofivoryscalesTheslaveswerenaked,butforaraggedloincloth,andeachmanwaschainedtohisneighbourThehotsunbeatbrightlyuponthem,andthenegroesranupanddownthegangwayandlashedthemwithwhipsofhideTheystretchedouttheirleanarmsandpulledtheheavyoarsthroughthewaterThesaltsprayflewfromthebladesAtlasttheyreachedalittlebay,andbegantotakesoundingsAlightwindblewfromtheshore,andcoveredthedeckandthegreatlateensailwithafinereddustThreeArabsmountedonwildassesrodeoutandthrewspearsatthemThemasterofthegalleytookapaintedbowinhishandandshotoneoftheminthethroatHefellheavilyintothesurf,andhiscompanionsgallopedawayAwomanwrappedinayellowveilfollowedslowlyonacamel,lookingbacknowandthenatthedeadbodyAssoonastheyhadcastanchorandhauleddownthesail,thenegroeswentintotheholdandbroughtupalongropeladder,heavilyweightedwithleadThemasterofthegalleythrewitovertheside,makingtheendsfasttotwoironstanchionsThenthenegroesseizedtheyoungestoftheslavesandknockedhisgyvesoff,andfilledhisnostrilsandhisearswithwax,andtiedabigstoneroundhiswaistHecreptAHouseofPomegranateswearilydowntheladder,anddisappearedintotheseaAfewbubblesrosewherehesankSomeoftheotherslavespeeredcuriouslyoverthesideAttheprowofthegalleysatasharkcharmer,beatingmonotonouslyuponadrumAftersometimethediverroseupoutofthewater,andclungpantingtotheladderwithapearlinhisrighthandThenegroesseizeditfromhim,andthrusthimbackTheslavesfellasleepovertheiroarsAgainandagainhecameup,andeachtimethathedidsohebroughtwithhimabeautifulpearlThemasterofthegalleyweighedthem,andputthemintoalittlebagofgreenleatherTheyoungKingtriedtospeak,buthistongueseemedtocleavetotheroofofhismouth,andhislipsrefusedtomoveThenegroeschatteredtoeachother,andbegantoquarreloverastringofbrightbeadsTwocranesflewroundandroundthevesselThenthedivercameupforthelasttime,andthepearlthathebroughtwithhimwasfairerthanallthepearlsofOrmuz,foritwasshapedlikethefullmoon,andwhiterthanthemorningstarButhisfacewasstrangelypale,andashefelluponthedeckthebloodgushedfromhisearsandnostrilsHequiveredforalittle,andthenhewasstillThenegroesshruggedtheirshoulders,andthrewthebodyoverboardAndthemasterofthegalleylaughed,and,reachingout,hetookthepearl,andwhenhesawithepressedittohisforeheadandbowed‘Itshallbe,’hesaid,‘forthesceptreoftheyoungKing,’andhemadeasigntothenegroestodrawuptheanchorAndwhentheyoungKingheardthishegaveagreatcry,andwoke,andthroughthewindowhesawthelonggreyfingersofthedawnclutchingatthefadingstarsAndhefellasleepagain,anddreamed,andthiswashisdreamHethoughtthathewaswanderingthroughadimwood,hungwithstrangefruitsandwithbeautifulpoisonousflowersTheaddershissedathimashewentby,andthebrightparrotsflewscreamingfrombranchtobranchHugetortoiseslayasleepuponthehotmudThetreeswerefullofapesandpeacocksOnandonhewent,tillhereachedtheoutskirtsofthewood,andtherehesawanimmensemultitudeofmentoilOscarWildeinginthebedofadriedupriverTheyswarmedupthecraglikeantsTheydugdeeppitsinthegroundandwentdownintothemSomeofthemclefttherockswithgreataxesothersgrabbledinthesandTheytoreupthecactusbyitsroots,andtrampledonthescarletblossomsTheyhurriedabout,callingtoeachother,andnomanwasidleFromthedarknessofacavernDeathandAvaricewatchedthem,andDeathsaid,‘Iamwearygivemeathirdofthemandletmego’ButAvariceshookherhead‘Theyaremyservants,’sheansweredAndDeathsaidtoher,‘Whathastthouinthyhand’‘Ihavethreegrainsofcorn,’sheanswered‘whatisthattothee’‘Givemeoneofthem,’criedDeath,‘toplantinmygardenonlyoneofthem,andIwillgoaway’‘Iwillnotgivetheeanything,’saidAvarice,andshehidherhandinthefoldofherraimentAndDeathlaughed,andtookacup,anddippeditintoapoolofwater,andoutofthecuproseAgueShepassedthroughthegreatmultitude,andathirdofthemlaydeadAcoldmistfollowedher,andthewatersnakesranbyhersideAndwhenAvaricesawthatathirdofthemultitudewasdeadshebeatherbreastandweptShebeatherbarrenbosom,andcriedaloud‘Thouhastslainathirdofmyservants,’shecried,‘gettheegoneThereiswarinthemountainsofTartary,andthekingsofeachsidearecallingtotheeTheAfghanshaveslaintheblackox,andaremarchingtobattleTheyhavebeatenupontheirshieldswiththeirspears,andhaveputontheirhelmetsofironWhatismyvalleytothee,thatthoushouldsttarryinitGettheegone,andcomeherenomore’‘Nay,’answeredDeath,‘buttillthouhastgivenmeagrainofcornIwillnotgo’ButAvariceshutherhand,andclenchedherteeth‘Iwillnotgivetheeanything,’shemutteredAndDeathlaughed,andtookupablackstone,andthrewitintotheforest,andoutofathicketofwildhemlockcameFeverinarobeofflameShepassedthroughthemultitude,andtouchedthem,andeachmanthatshetoucheddiedThegrasswitheredbeneathherfeetasshewalkedAndAvariceshuddered,andputashesonherhead‘ThouAHouseofPomegranatesartcruel,’shecried‘thouartcruelThereisfamineinthewalledcitiesofIndia,andthecisternsofSamarcandhaverundryThereisfamineinthewalledcitiesofEgypt,andthelocustshavecomeupfromthedesertTheNilehasnotoverfloweditsbanks,andthepriestshavecursedIsisandOsirisGettheegonetothosewhon

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