"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,"(14 cried the Nightingale,and life is very dear to all.Yet love is better than life,and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?> 15 (Part 6)So she spread her brown wings for B自自自自y flight,and soared into the air.She swept over the garden like a shadow,and like a shadow she sailed through the grove
“Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,”(14) cried the Nightingale, and life is very dear to all. Yet love is better than life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?”（15） （Part 6） So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove
The young Student was still lying on the grass,and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes."Be happy,"cried the Nightingale,"be happy,you shall have your red rose.I will build it out of nusic by moonlight,and stain it with my own heart's blood.16 All that I ask ofyou in return is that you will be a true lover.”IZ☑ (Part 7)The Student looked up from the grass,and listened,but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him.But the Oak-tree understood and felt sad,for he was very fond of the little Nightingale
The young Student was still lying on the grass, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. “Be happy,” cried the Nightingale, “be happy, you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart’s blood.(16) All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover.”(17) (Part 7) The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him. But the Oak-tree understood and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale
who had built her nest in his branches.(18 “Sing me one last song,”he whispered,“I shall feel lonely when you are gone." So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar. When she had finished her song,the Student got up. "She has form,"he said to himself,as he walked away through the grove."That cannot be denied but has she got feeling?19 I am afraid not.In fact,she is like most artists; she is all style without any
who had built her nest in his branches. (18) “Sing me one last song,” he whispered, “I shall feel lonely when you are gone.” So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar. When she had finished her song, the Student got up. “She has form,” he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove. “That cannot be denied but has she got feeling?(19) I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any
sincerity.She would not sacrifice herself for others."And he Went to his room,and lay down on his bed,and after a time, he fell asleep.(20 (Part 8)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.(21) All night long she sang,and the thorn went deeper into her breast,and her life-blood ebbed away from her
sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others.” And he Went to his room, and lay down on his bed, and after a time, he fell asleep.(20) (Part 8) 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.(21) All night long she sang, and the thorn went 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 (22 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."(23)
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.(22) 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.”(23)