3)Notice some of the characteristics of children's stories.Apart from the personification of birds,insects, animals,trees,and the vivid, simple narration,which is typical of the oral tradition of fairy tales,also notice the repetitive pattern. vivid,simple narration,which is typical of the oral tradition of fairy tales,also notice the repetitive pattern
3) Notice some of the characteristics of children’s stories. Apart from the personification of birds, insects, animals, trees, and the vivid, simple narration, which is typical of the oral tradition of fairy tales, also notice the repetitive pattern. vivid, simple narration, which is typical of the oral tradition of fairy tales, also notice the repetitive pattern
Text The Nightingale and the Rose By Oscar Wilde (Part 1)"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 not 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.(1"Ah,I have read all that the wise men have written,and all the secrets ofphilosophy are mine,yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.(2)
Text The Nightingale and the Rose By Oscar Wilde (Part 1) “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 not 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.(1) “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 is my life made wretched.(2)
"Here at last is a true love,"said the Nightingale.night after Night have I sung of him,though I knew him not and now I see him.③) 哆 (Part 2) The Prince gives a ball to-morrow night,"murmured the young Student,"and my love will be there.(4 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
“Here at last is a true love,” said the Nightingale. night after Night have I sung of him, though I knew him not and now I see him.(3) (Part 2) “The Prince gives a ball to-morrow night,” murmured the young Student, “and my love will be there. (4) 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,and her hand will be clasped in mine.(5)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 dearer than fine opals. “The musicians will sit in their gallery,” said the young Student,"and play upon their stringed instruments,and ny love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin.(6
shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine.(5) 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 dearer than fine opals. “The musicians will sit in their gallery,” said the young Student, “and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin.(6)
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. (Part 3)"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
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. (Part 3) “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