快乐王子的故事，很多人都已经听过。这本书里面是中文和英文都有的。所以也很适合高年级孩子的阅读。

 

最后几页吸引我的，是几首小诗。

The star     JANE TAYLOR (1783-1824)

 

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

 

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

 

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

 

 

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls                       H.W. LONGFELLOW (1807-1882)

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls,

Along the sea-sands damp and brown,

The traveler hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

 

Darkness settles on roof and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls.

The little waves, with their soft white hands,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises,the tide falls.

 

The morning breaks, the steeds in their stalls,

Stamp and neigh, as the ostler calls,

The day returns, but nevermore,

Returns the traveler to the shore,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

 

 

3. The wind             LOUIS STEVENSON (1850-1894)

I saw you toss the kites on high

And blow the birds about the sky

And all around I heard you pass

Like ladies' skirts across the grass

O wind, a-blowing all day long

O wind, that sings so loud a song

 

I saw the different things you did

But always you yourself you hid

I felt you push, I heard you call

I could not see yourself at all

O wind, a-blowing all day long

O wind, that sings so loud a song

 

O you that are so strong and cold

O blower, are you young or old

Are you a beast of field and tree

Or just a stronger child than me

O wind, that sings so loud a song

O wind, that sings so loud a song!

 

4. WINDY NIGHT            LOUIS STEVENSON (1850-1894)

Whenever the moon and stars are set

Whenever the wind is high

All night long in the dark and wet

A man goes riding by

Late in the night when the fires are out

Why does he gallop about

 

Whenever the trees are crying aloud

And ships are tossed at sea

By on the highway, low and loud

By at the gallop goes he

By at the gallop he goes, and then

By he comes back at the gallop again

 

 5. The Eagle                        ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (1809-1892)

He clasps the crag with crooked hands

Close to the sun in lonely lands

Ringed with the azure world, he stands

 

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls

He watches from his mountain walls

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

 

优秀的文艺作品，没有时空和国界的区分。