the happy prince翻译
快乐王子英文版
The Happy PrinceOscar WildeHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. Hewas gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two brightsapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. Hewas gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two brightsapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. ‘He is as beautiful as a weathercock,’ remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation forhe added, fearing lest peoplehaving artistic tastes; ‘only not quite so useful,’ should think him unpractical, which he really was not.‘Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince’ asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying foranything.’muttered a‘I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,’ disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.‘He looks just like an angel,’ said the Charity Children as they came out of thecathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.‘How do you know’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.‘Ah! but we have, in our dreams,’ answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of childrendreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away toEgypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with themost beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying downthe river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waistthat he had stopped to talk to her.‘Shall I love you’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and theReed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the waterwith his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted allthrough the summer.‘It is a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has and far too many relations;’ and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then,when the autumn came, they all flew away.After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said, ‘and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is alwaysflirting with the wind.’ And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed madethe most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.’‘Will you come away with me’ he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head,she was so attached to her home.-bye!’ ‘You have been trifling with me,’ he cried, ‘I am off to the Pyramids. Goodand he flew away.All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I putup’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations.’Then he saw the statue on the tall column. ‘I will put up there,’ he cried; ‘it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.‘I have a golden bedroom,’ he said softly to himself as he looked round, and heprepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing alarge drop of water fell on him. ‘What a curious thing!’ he cried, ‘the single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining.The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like therain, but that was merely her selfishness.’Then another drop fell.‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off’ he said; ‘good chimney-pot,’ and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw -Ah! what did he seeThe eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were runningdown his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the littleSwallow was filled with pity.‘Who are you’ he said.‘I am the Happy Prince.’‘Why are you weeping then’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me.‘When I was alive and had a human heart,’ answered the statue, ‘I did not what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is notallowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, andin the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very loftywall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was sobeautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, ifpleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead theyhave set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery ofmy city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.‘What, is he not solid gold’ said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to makeany personal remarks out loud.‘Far away,’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a littl there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see awoman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands,all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wearat the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill.He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him butriver water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bringher the ruby out of my sword-hilt My feet are fastened to this pedestal and Icannot move.’friends are flying up and down‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ said the Swallow. ‘Mythe Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in thetomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He iswrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain ofpale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with m one night, and be my messenger The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.answered the Swallow. ‘Last summer, when I was‘I don’t think I like boys,’ staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’ssons, who werealways throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly fartoo well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, itwas a mark of disrespect.’But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘I cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.‘Thank you, little Swallow,’ said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew aw with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels weresculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautifulhegirl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘How wonderful the stars are,’ said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love!’‘I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,’ sheanswered; ‘I haveordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are solazy.’He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships.He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, andweighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house andlooked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallenasleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table besidethe woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’sforehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel,’ said the boy, ‘I must be gettin and he sank into a delicious slumber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done.‘It is curious,’ he remarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.said the Prince. And the little‘That is because you have done a good action,’ Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made himsleepy.When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the phenomenon,’ And he wrote a long letter about it to the localbridge. ‘A swallow in winter!’ newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could notunderstand.said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the‘To-night I go to Egypt,’ prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of thechurch steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to eachother, ‘What a distinguished stranger!’ so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Have you anycommissions for Egypt’ he cried; ‘I am just starting.’‘Swallow,Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me on night longer’-morrow my friends will fly‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ answered the Swallow. ‘Toup to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes,and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches thestars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he isedge to drink. Theysilent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’shave eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the prince, ‘far away across the ci a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in atumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown andcrisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold towrite any more. There is no fire in t he grate, and hunger has made him faint.’‘I will wait with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby’‘Alas! I have no ruby now,’ said the Prince; ‘my eyes are all that I have left. Th are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand yearsago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, andbuy food and firewood, and finish his play.’he began to weep.‘Dear Prince,’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that;’ and‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you. So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’seye, and flew away to the student’sgarret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through thishe darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in hishands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked u he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.he cried; ‘this is from some great admirer.‘I am beginning to be appreciated,’ Now I can finish my play,’ and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a largevessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes.‘Heave a-hoy!’ they shouted as each chest came up. ‘I am going to Egypt!’the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to theHappy Prince.‘I am come to bid you good-bye,’ he cried.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with m night longer’answered the Swallow, ‘and the chill snow will soon be here. In‘It is winter,’ Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mudand look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple ofBaalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to eachother. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring Iwill bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away.The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as thegreat sea.’-girl. She‘In the square below,’ said the Happy Prince, ‘there stands a little matchhas let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beather if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoesor stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her,and her father will not beat her.’‘I will staywith you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, ‘but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.. He swoopedSo he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with itpast the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘What alovely bit of glass,’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind now,’ he said, stay wit h you always.’‘No, little Swallow,’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.‘I will stay with you always,’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the PrinceAll the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what hehad seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rowson the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who isas old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of themerchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beadsin their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony,and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree,and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sailover a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.‘Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but mor marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is noMystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what yousee there.’So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in theirbeautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into darklanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at theblack streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in oneanother’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are!’ th ‘You must not lie here,’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into therain.Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.f,‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the Prince, ‘you must take it off, leaf by le and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince lookedquite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and thefaces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street.children’s‘We have bread now!’ they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as ifthey were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles likecrystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went aboutin furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave thePrince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’sdoorwhere the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping hiswings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to thePrince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will you letme kiss your hand’‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not’And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something hadbroken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainlywas a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in thesquare below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the columnhehe looked up at the statue: ‘Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!’ said.‘How shabby indeed!’ cried theTown Councillors, who always agreed with theMayor, and they went up to look at it.‘The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden nolonger,’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar!’‘Little better than a beggar’ said the Town councillors.continued the Mayor. ‘We must‘And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!’ really issue a proclama tion that birds are not to be allowed to die here.’ And Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautifu he is no longer useful,’ said the Art Professor at the University.Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of theCorporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. ‘We must haveanother statue, of course,’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.n Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last‘Of myself,’ said each of the Towheard of them they were quarrelling still.said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘This‘What a strange thing!’ broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.’threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His An and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.‘You have rightly chosen,’ said God, ‘for in my garden of Paradise this little birdshall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.。
快乐王子中英文对照
快乐王子中英文对照中文版：夜幕低垂，星光闪烁，快乐王子，矗立城中，金箔披身，笑容满面，俯瞰众生，喜乐融融。
他无欲无求，善良无比，悲天悯人，舍己为人，宝剑插身，红心相伴，献身公益，快乐无穷。
白天里，他金光闪耀，夜晚时，他温暖如春，他关爱弱者，慷慨解囊，用爱和关怀，温暖人间。
寒冬将至，王子忧心，贫病交加，众生受苦，他毫不犹豫，献出自己，化作繁星，照亮人间。
英文版：The night falls, the stars shineThe Happy Prince stands in the cityGold foil covers his body, his face is full of smilesLooking down on life, happy and joyfulHe has no desires and is extremely kindSympathetic to the poor and willing to giveWith a sword in his body and a red heart by his side Devoting himself to public welfare, he has endless happinessDuring the day, he shines with goldAt night, he is as warm as springHe cares for the weak and gives generouslyUsing love and care to warm the worldWinter is approaching, the prince is worried Suffering from poverty and illness, all creatures suffer He gives himself without hesitationTurn into stars and illuminate the world。
基于目的论看奥斯卡·王尔德的《快乐王子》中译本
基于目的论看奥斯卡·王尔德的《快乐王子》中译本作者：聂丽娟来源：《北方文学》2017年第17期摘要：英国作家奥斯卡·王尔德创作的《快乐王子》是一部内容生动、情感丰富的经典童话作品。
自问世以来，在各国都广受欢迎。
本文笔者基于汉斯·弗米尔的目的论来分析苏福忠、张敏的中译本，试图分析哪个译本的翻译更适于目的语读者——儿童阅读。
关键词：目的论；《快乐王子》；儿童文学奥斯卡·王尔德是英国唯美主义艺术运动的倡导者，著名的作家、戏剧家、艺术家。
他创作的《快乐王子》讲述了一个王子活着的时候从不知道王宫外面的事情，死了以后变成雕像的他为了帮助穷人，小燕子为了帮助快乐王子，最后被冻死了。
快乐王子的雕像被烧了，只留下破裂的铅心。
最后上帝派天使取两样最珍贵的东西——快乐王子和小燕子。
这篇童话的译文应该让读者充分享受原作者的语言，感受从儿童视角中所看见的童话世界。
一、目的论和儿童文学翻译目的论是德国功能主义的主要翻译理论之一，由德国学者汉斯·弗米尔提出。
根据目的论，翻译应遵循三个法则。
第一个是目的法则，翻译方法和翻译策略的选择，是由译文所要达到的目的决定的。
《快乐王子》的接受者应该是儿童，译者应采取适当的翻译方法和策略来使儿童读者更好地理解原文。
一般儿童文学的翻译要求用形象具体、生动风趣的语言。
第二个是连贯性法则，译文必须符合语内连贯。
最后一个为忠实性法则，原文和译文之间应该存在着语际连贯。
在这三条法则中，忠实法则从属于连贯法则，而连贯法则和忠实法则都服从于目的法则，所以我们会着重从目的法则，也就是译者依据目的采取的翻译方法策略来分析文本。
二、目的论下的两种译文的翻译策略比较儿童文学的翻译者是成人，而目标读者主要是儿童，由于儿童与成人的差异，所以儿童文学翻译不同于一般的文学翻译。
赖斯在《翻译批评》中也提到为了使儿童这一特殊群体理解原文，有许多修饰的方法可以采用，例如缩略语，省略，简化，强调转化等。
快乐王子手抄报英语版内容
快乐王子手抄报英语版内容制作一份关于"快乐王子"（The Happy Prince）的英语版手抄报时，可以包含以下内容：标题："The Happy Prince English Handwritten Newspaper"板块一：故事简介A Brief Introduction to The Happy Prince 内容简述奥斯卡·王尔德（Oscar Wilde）创作的经典童话《快乐王子》的主要情节，包括快乐王子雕像如何与小燕子合作，将自己的宝石和金箔送给城市中的贫困者，以及他们无私奉献的故事。
板块二：主要角色介绍Characters Sketch 描述快乐王子（The Happy Prince）和小燕子（The Swallow）的性格特点、他们在故事中的作用及其成长历程。
板块三：经典片段摘录Excerpts from the Story 选取故事中几个具有深刻寓意和感人至深的对话或场景进行摘录，并配上简单的英文翻译或解释。
板块四：主题探讨Theme Analysis 讨论故事的主题，如无私的爱、同情心、社会不公等，并配以学生的理解和感悟。
板块五：插图与艺术风格Illustrations & Artistic Style 展示《快乐王子》绘本或其他版本中的精美插图，分析王尔德作品的艺术风格对插画的影响。
板块六：课堂活动回顾Class Activity Highlights 如有相关的英语阅读、表演或讨论活动，可记录下同学们参与活动的照片及心得感想。
结尾语：Conclusion 总结《快乐王子》这个故事带给我们的启示，并鼓励读者在生活中发扬爱心与善良。
记得在手抄报的设计上注重图文并茂，使内容生动有趣且富有教育意义。
同时，确保英语的使用准确、流畅，适合学生们的阅读水平。
快乐王子读书笔记
快乐王子读书笔记"The Happy Prince" is a beautiful story of selflessness and compassion, written by Oscar Wilde. 《快乐王子》是奥斯卡·王尔德写的一篇关于无私和同情的美丽故事。
It tells the tale of a prince who, despite his material wealth and luxury, chooses to help those in need. 它讲述了一个王子的故事，尽管他拥有物质财富和奢华，但选择帮助那些需要帮助的人。
The story begins with the statue of the Happy Prince, who overlooks the city with his sapphire eyes and body covered in gold leaf. 故事以快乐王子雕像开始，他用他的宝蓝色眼睛俯视城市，身体镀满了金叶。
The Happy Prince, once a real prince, was now a magnificent statue adorned with precious gems and gold. 快乐王子，曾经是一个真正的王子，现在成为一座镶嵌着珍贵宝石和金子的宏伟雕像。
He was admired by the townspeople for his beauty, but little did they know the suffering he endured in his current state. 他的美丽受到了市民的赞赏，但他们并不知道他在目前状态下所承受的痛苦。
The statue of the Happy Prince acted as a beacon of hope and love for the city, as it is not only ornately decorated but also selflessly provides for the poor. 快乐王子的雕像成为了城市希望和爱的象征，因为它不仅华丽装饰，还无私地为穷人们提供帮助。
The happy prince 快乐王子(翻译),
快乐的王子《快乐王子与其他传说》(1888)奥斯卡•王尔德在城市的高处，一根高高的柱子上立着快乐王子的雕像。
他全身都镀上了薄薄的金箔，因为他的眼睛上有两颗明亮的蓝宝石，剑柄上还有一颗大的红宝石。
他确实很受钦佩。
“他美得像风标一样，”一位议员说。
“只是没有那么有用，”他补充说，担心人们会认为他不实用，而他真的不实用。
“你为什么不能像快乐王子一样呢?”一个聪明的母亲问。
“快乐王子从来没有想过要哭什么。
”“我很高兴世界上有这么一个人很快乐，”一个失望的人看着那座美丽的雕像喃喃道。
“他看上去就像个天使，”孩子们穿着鲜红的斗篷，戴着干净的白色连衫裙走出教堂时说。
“你怎么知道的?”数学大师说，“你从来没见过。
”“啊!但是，在我们的梦里，我们有，”孩子们回答说;数学老师皱起了眉头，看上去很严厉，因为他不赞成孩子们做梦。
一天晚上，一只小燕子飞过了这座城市。
他的朋友六个星期前去了埃及，但他留在了那里，因为他爱上了最美丽的芦苇。
他是在春天的早些时候遇到她的，当时他正飞下河去追赶一只黄色的大飞蛾。
“我爱你吗?”燕子说，他喜欢马上说到点子上，芦苇向他深深地鞠了一躬。
于是他就在她的周围飞来飞去，用他的翅膀拍打着水面，荡起了银色的涟漪。
这是他的求爱期，而且持续了整个夏天。
“这是一种可笑的依恋，”另一只燕子呢喃着说;“她没有钱，亲戚太多”;的确，河里长满了芦苇。
然后，当秋天来临时，他们都飞走了。
他们走了以后，他感到孤独，开始厌倦他的爱人。
“她不说话，”他说，“我怕她是一个卖弄风情的人，因为她总是和风打情骂俏。
”当然，无论什么时候刮风，芦苇都会行最优雅的屈膝礼。
“我承认她是家庭主妇，”他接着说，“但我喜欢旅行，因此我的妻子也应该喜欢旅行。
”“你愿意和我一起走吗?”他终于对她说;但是芦苇摇了摇头，她是如此依恋她的家。
“你跟我开玩笑来着，”他叫道。
“我要去金字塔了。
”说完他就飞走了。
他飞了一整天，到了晚上就到了城里。
他说:“我在哪里住宿呢?”“我希望镇上已经做好了准备。
快乐王子英文版
The Happy PrinceOscar WildeHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.HIGH above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.He was very much admired indeed. ‘He is as beautiful as a weathercock,’ remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; ‘only not quite so useful,’ he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.‘Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?’ asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. ‘The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.’‘I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,’ muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.‘He looks just like an angel,’ said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.‘How do you know?’ said the Mathematical Master, ‘you have never seen one.’‘Ah! but we have, in our dreams,’ answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.‘It is a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows, ‘she has no money, and far too many relations;’ and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said, ‘and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.’ And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, ‘but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.’‘Will you come away with me?’ he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.‘You have been trifling with me,’ he cried, ‘I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!’ and he flew away.All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. ‘Where shall I put up?’ he said; ‘I hope the town has made preparations.’Then he saw the statue on the tall col umn. ‘I will put up there,’ he cried; ‘it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.’ So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.‘I have a golden bedroom,’ he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. ‘What a curious thing!’ he cried, ‘there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.’Then another drop fell.‘What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?’ he said; ‘I must look for a good chimney-pot,’ and he determined to fly away.But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.‘Who are you?’ he said.‘I am the Happy Prince.’‘Why are you weeping then?’ asked the Swallow; ‘you have quite drenched me.’‘When I was alive and had a human heart,’ answered the statue, ‘I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very loftywall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.’‘What, is he not solid gold?’ said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.‘Far away,’ continued the statue in a low musical voice, ‘far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ said the Swallow. ‘My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.’‘I don’t think I like boys,’ answered the Swallow. ‘Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.’But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘It is very cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.’‘Thank you, little Swallow,’ said the Prince.So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. ‘How wonderful the stars are,’ he said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love!’‘I hope my dress will be ready in time for the Stat e-ball,’ she answered; ‘I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.’He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. ‘How cool I feel,’ said the boy, ‘I must be getting better;’ and he sank into a delicious slumber.Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. ‘It is curious,’ he remarked, ‘but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.’‘That is because you have done a good action,’ said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. ‘What a remarkable phenomenon,’ said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. ‘A swallow in winter!’ And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.‘To-night I go to Egypt,’ said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, ‘What a distinguished stranger!’ so he enjoyed himself very much.When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘Have you any commissions for Egypt?’ he cried; ‘I am just starting.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘I am waited for in Egypt,’ answered the Swallow. ‘To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the prince, ‘far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There i s no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.’‘I will wait with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. ‘Shall I take him another ruby?’‘Alas! I have no ruby now,’ said the Prince; ‘my eyes are all that I have lef t. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.’‘Dear Prince,’ said the Swallow, ‘I cannot do that;’ and he began to weep.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.‘I am beginning to be appreciated,’ he cried; ‘this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,’ and he looked quite happy.The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. ‘Heave a-hoy!’ they shouted as each chest came up. ‘I am going to Egypt!’ cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.‘I am come to bid you good-bye,’ he cried.‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘will you not stay with me one night longer?’‘It is winter,’ answered the Swallow, ‘and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.’‘In the square below,’ said the Happy Prince, ‘there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.’‘I will stay with you one night longer,’ said the Swallow, ‘but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.’‘Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘do as I command you.’So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and dar ted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. ‘What a lovely bit of glass,’ cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. ‘You are blind now,’ he said, ‘so I will stay with you always.’‘No, little Swallow,’ said the poor Prince, ‘you must go away to Egypt.’‘I will stay with you always,’ said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him st ories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.‘Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.’So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. ‘How hungry we are!’ they said. ‘You must not lie here,’ shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the Prince, ‘you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.’Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. ‘We have bread now!’ they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door where the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will you let me kiss your hand?’‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.’‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: ‘Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!’ he said.‘How shabby indeed!’ cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it.‘The ruby has fallen out of his swo rd, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,’ said the Mayor; ‘in fact, he is little better than a beggar!’‘Little better than a beggar’ said the Town councillors.‘And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!’ continued the Mayor. ‘We must reall y issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.’ And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. ‘As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,’ said the Art Professor at th e University.Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. ‘We must have another statue, of course,’ he said, ‘and it shall be a statue of myself.’‘Of myself,’ sa id each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.‘What a strange thing!’ said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. ‘This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it aw ay.’ So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.‘You have rightly chosen,’ said God, ‘for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.’。
快乐王子简介英文版
快乐王子简介英文版"The Happy Prince" is a beloved fairy tale written by Oscar Wilde. It tells the story of a golden statue, the Happy Prince, who is perched high on a pedestal overlooking a city. Though once a prince adorned with lavish jewels and luxurious garments, the statue now stands in a dilapidated state covered with dust and patches of winter snow.The Happy Prince, despite his statue form, possesses a kind and compassionate heart. He sees the suffering and poverty that plagues the city's people but feels powerless to help them. However, his kindness does not diminish, and he seeks aid from a small swallow who has chosen to stay in the city rather than migrate to warmer climates with its companions.As the winter grows colder, the Happy Prince persuades the selfless swallow to take the precious gemstones and gold plating from his body and distribute them amongst the poor. The swallow dutifully follows the Prince's request, giving away these precious possessions to help those in need. The statue's magnanimous act brings light and joy to the lives of many poor and destitute individuals.The swallow, on the other hand, sacrifices its own well-being and remains by the statue's side, enduring the bitter winter nights. Despite their struggles, both characters find solace in their shared empathy and generosity towards others. Through their selflessness, they discover a truly meaningful existence, one that transcends material wealth and social status."The Happy Prince" serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of compassion and empathy in our lives. It invites readers to reflect on the value of selfless acts and the impact of even the smallest gestures of kindness. The tale encourages individuals to look beyond their own needs and desires and recognize the suffering of others.Furthermore, this fairy tale sheds light on the virtue of sacrifice. Both the Happy Prince and the swallow demonstrate the willingness to give up personal comfort and security for the greater good. They show us that true happiness is not found in amassing wealth for oneself but in using our resources to alleviate the suffering of those around us.In conclusion, "The Happy Prince" is a timeless tale infused with moral lessons and universal themes. It reminds us to cultivate kindness, empathy, and selflessness in our lives. Through its captivating storytelling and profoundinsights, this literary masterpiece continues to inspire generations with its message of compassion and the transformative power of selfless acts.。
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快乐王子在一根的高耸的柱子上方矗立着快乐王子的雕像，直入城市上空。
他全身覆盖着一片片做工精细的上好黄金，他的眼睛是蓝宝石镶嵌而成的，佩剑的剑柄上也嵌着一颗耀眼的红宝石。
他确实备受称赞。
“他就像空中的风向标一样美丽”一位议员这样评价道，他希望人们称赞他艺术品位高雅，但又怕有人说他不务实，他事实上挺务实的，他补充了一句：“可惜不怎么实用”。
“为什么你不能像快乐王子一样？”一个明白事理的妈妈问她正在无理取闹的孩子。
“快乐王子从来不会要别人给他什么东西。
”“我很高兴看到世界上还有一个相当快乐的人。
”一位失意的男子凝视着这尊伟大的雕像自言自语道。
“他看起来就像一位天使。
”福利院的孩子们说道，他们刚从教堂里走了出来，身着鲜红色外衣和洁白的围裙。
“你们怎么知道呢？”数学大师说道，“你从来就没有见过天使啊。
”“是啊！但我们在梦里见过。
”孩子们回答道。
数学大师眉头紧皱，神情严峻，他并不认同这些孩子们所梦见的就是天使。
一天夜里，一只小燕子飞过这座城市的上空。
他的朋友们在六个星期前就飞去埃及了，他却留下来了，因为他爱上了最美丽的芦苇。
他在早春的时候遇见了她，当时，他追着一只大大的黄色飞蛾来到了河边，就被她苗条优雅的身姿所深深吸引，他停下来和她聊天。
“我可以爱上你吗？”燕子问道，他一向说话直接。
芦苇向他深深举了个躬。
他在芦苇身边盘旋飞转着，翅膀轻弹水面，惹得波光粼粼。
这是他在求婚，就这样过了一个夏天。
“这样的结合太荒唐了，”其他的燕子叽叽喳喳地说着，“她没钱，亲戚倒是不少。
”确实，这条河里满是芦苇。
之后，秋天到了，他们全都飞走了。
他们都走后，小燕子觉得孤单寂寞，而且开始对这样的感情感到厌倦。
“她一点都不会聊天，”他说道，“我担心她是个轻佻的女子，因为她总是和风调情。
”是的，每次风一吹过，芦苇都会摆出最优雅的身姿。
“我承认她很居家”他继续说着，“但是我热爱旅游，所以我的妻子也该喜欢旅游。
”“你愿意和我一起走吗？”最后，他这样问道，但芦苇摇了摇头，因为她离不开她的家。
“你一直在玩弄我的感情，”他哭喊着，“我要去埃及的金字塔了，再见。
”他就这样飞走了。
他飞了一整天，到了晚上，他飞到了这座城市。
“我该在哪里休息一下呢？”他说，“真希望这城镇有个歇脚的地方。
”然后，他看见了在高高的柱子上有座雕像。
“我要住在那儿，”他说道，“那儿真是个好地方，空气清新”他停落在了快乐王子的两脚之间。
“我住进了黄金屋，”他轻声自言自语道，左右张望着。
就当他刚把头埋进翅膀里准备睡觉的时候，一大滴水珠突然掉在了他身上。
“这也太奇怪了吧”他喊着，“天上一片云都没有，天空明朗，星星闪烁，却下起了雨，这北欧的天气真让人不爽。
芦苇就喜欢雨水，但这只是她自私的表现。
”然后又掉下一滴水来。
“一座雕像连雨都挡不了还有什么用处啊？”他说着，“我一定要非去找个好的烟囱歇脚。
”他决定要飞走了。
他正要打开翅膀，第三滴水掉了下来，他往上一看，你猜他看到了什么？快乐王子的眼里饱含眼泪，泪水就沿着他黄金的脸颊留了下来。
他的脸在月光下显得如此美丽，令小燕子忍不住怜悯之情。
“你是谁？”小燕子问道。
“我是快乐王子。
”“那你为什么在哭呢？”小燕子接着问，“你害我全身都湿透了。
”“当我还活着，还有一颗凡人的心的时候，”快乐王子回答道，“我从来没哭过，因为我住的皇宫里不会有悲伤的事情发生。
白天的时候我和伙伴们在花园戏耍，到了晚上我就会在大礼堂里领舞。
”那个花园被一堵十分高大的城墙围了起来，而我从不关心墙外面的世界，我身边的所有一切都很美好。
朝臣百官都称呼我为快乐王子。
确实，我是幸福的，如果小快乐就等同于幸福的话。
我就这样活了一辈子，然后死了。
现在我死了，他们把我放在了如此高的位置，在这能看见我所在的城市里发生的所有丑陋和悲惨之事。
虽然我的心是铅做的，但我却不得不流泪了。
“天啊，他的心会不会不是纯金打造的？”小燕子这样问自己。
他出于礼貌，没有贸然开口说出这样的想法。
“在远处，”快乐王子用低沉悦耳的声音继续说道，“在远处的一条小街道有一间破旧的屋子，屋子有一扇窗是开着的，我看见屋子里有个女人坐在桌子旁”她的脸削瘦且黯然无神，她是个裁缝，她的手已被针刺得粗糙且通红。
她正在给一件绸缎做的礼服绣上西番莲，皇后最喜欢的宫女将要穿上它参加宫里的舞会。
角落一边的床上躺着她正生病的儿子。
小男孩发烧了，而且哭着要吃橙子。
他不停地哭，因为他妈妈没钱买橙子只能让他喝河水。
燕子，燕子，小燕子，你能帮我把剑柄上的红宝石拿出来给他们送去吗？我的脚给这个支架固定住了，我没法动弹。
“伙伴都在埃及等着我呢，”小燕子说，“我的朋友在尼罗河飞上飞下的，正和盛开的莲花聊天呢。
很快他们就能在了不起的国王的坟墓上睡觉了。
那个国王自己躺在喷漆的棺材里，全身用黄色亚麻布裹着，全身还用了香料防腐。
他的脖子上带着浅绿色的翡翠项链，他的手变得和枯叶一样。
”“燕子燕子，小燕子，”王子说道，“难道你不愿意多留一个晚上陪我，当我的信使吗？那个男孩是那么的口渴，而他妈妈有多么伤心啊。
”“我不喜欢男孩子，”小燕子回答道，“上个夏天，我栖息在河边的时候，磨坊主家的两个野蛮男孩总是对着我扔石头，当然从来没打中过，我们飞得可快呢，而且，我的家族个个都是身手敏捷的人。
即使如此，他们的行为依然是对我们无礼。
”但是看着快乐王子那么难过，小燕子心里过意不去，“这儿虽然很冷”燕子说，“不过我愿意多留一个晚上帮你送东西。
”“谢谢你，小燕子。
”小王子说道。
小燕子从王子的剑柄上取出来了红宝石，用喙叼着，飞过城镇的上空。
他飞过了大教堂的高塔，塔上有尊大理石铸成的白色天使雕像。
他飞过皇宫，听到了舞蹈伴乐声。
一个漂亮女子和她的情人一同走到阳台。
“今晚的星星多闪耀啊，”男子对她说道，“爱情的力量多伟大啊！”“希望我的礼服能在舞会之前做好，”她说道，“我让人在上面绣上西番莲，不过那个女裁缝实在太懒了，做得很慢。
”燕子飞过一条河，看见船上的桅杆挂着灯笼。
他飞过贫民窟，看见犹太老人在讨价还价，用铜称在称钱币。
最后他到了那个破旧的屋子，看了看里面。
小男孩发烧着翻来覆去，而他的妈妈因为实在太累已经睡了过去。
燕子跳着过去，将红宝石放在桌子上女人的针箍旁边。
然后他绕着床，在小男孩的额头上方轻轻煽动翅膀。
“好舒服啊，”小男孩说，“我身体肯定是快好了。
”然后他安然酣睡了过去。
然后小燕子就飞回快乐王子的身边，把自己做的事情告诉快乐王子。
“真奇怪，”小燕子说，“虽然现在很冷，可我现在却感到很温暖。
”“那是因为你做了件好事，”小王子说道。
小燕子开始思考着，想着想着就睡着了。
一想东西他就犯困。
天亮后，燕子就飞到河边洗澡。
“真没见过这种事”一位鸟学教授说，他正在桥上看着。
“冬天的燕子！”之后他就给当地报纸写了一封信。
每个人都引用这件事，因为太匪夷所思了。
“今晚我要去埃及了，”小燕子说道，他兴致高昂地观赏这儿的景色。
他参观了所有的公共纪念碑，然后在教堂的最顶部坐了好长时间。
不管他飞到哪，麻雀都会在旁边唧唧喳喳地和伙伴说着：“从没见过这么奇特的动物。
”所以小燕子一路听得很开心。
夜幕降临，燕子飞回了快乐王子的身边。
“你要不要我帮你从埃及带什么回来？”燕子喊道，“我要走了。
”“燕子，燕子，小燕子，”王子说，“你愿意多陪我一个晚上吗？”“我的伙伴都在埃及等我呢，”燕子回答道。
“明天我的伙伴们就要飞上第二大瀑布了。
在芦苇丛中蹲坐着一只河马，一花岗石宝座上坐着门农神，一整个晚上他都在仰望星辰，当启明星升起时他就会发出一声欢快的欢呼，然后又恢复平静。
中午的时候，黄狮子们就会到瀑布边喝水。
他们的眼睛就像绿宝石，他们咆哮起来的声音能盖过瀑布的声音。
“燕子，燕子，小燕子，”王子说道，“在远处，穿过这个城市，我看见一间阁楼里有个年轻男子。
他正倚着布满纸张的桌子，在他旁边的大酒杯里插着一束快要枯萎了的紫罗兰。
”他有一头棕色卷发，他的嘴唇如石榴般鲜红水嫩，他的眼睛又大又亮。
他竭尽全力想完成剧本交给剧团导演，但实在是太冷了他没法继续。
壁炉里没有一点火，而且他已经饿得头晕目眩。
“我再和你多呆一个晚上，”好心的燕子说道，“让我给他送去另一颗红宝石吗？”“神啊，我已经没有红宝石了，”王子说道，“我只剩下我的眼睛还有用，他们是用罕见的蓝宝石做成的，是一千年前从印度带回来的。
你把其中一个挖出来给他吧。
他可以把她卖给珠宝商就能买到食物和柴火，就能继续写剧本了。
”“亲爱的王子，”燕子说道，“我不能那么做。
”说着就开始哭起来了。
“燕子，燕子，小燕子”王子说，“就按我说的去做吧。
”所以燕子摘下王子的眼睛，然后飞到了那个学生的阁楼。
因为屋顶有个洞，所以燕子冲过那个洞，轻易地就进到屋子里。
小伙子的手盖在了头上，挡住了眼睛，所以并没有听见燕子拍打翅膀的声音，当他抬起头时才看见放在枯萎的紫罗兰上美丽的蓝宝石。
“开始有人欣赏我的才华了，”他喊出，“这一定是哪个崇拜者送的。
现在我要完成我的剧本了。
”他看起来非常开心。
第二天，小燕子停落在一个港口，坐在一只大船的桅杆上，看着船员从用绳子从货仓中拉出大大的箱子。
每拉一个箱子就吼一声“拉呀！嘿嗨！”。
“我要去埃及！”燕子哭着说，但没有人注意他，当月亮升起时他飞回快乐王子身边。
“我是来跟你告别的。
”他哭着说。
“燕子，燕子，小燕子，”王子说，“你不愿意再多陪我一个晚上吗？”“现在是冬天了”燕子回答到，“这儿很快就会下起寒雪。
而埃及那儿的阳光和煦温暖，挂在棕榈树上，鳄鱼懒洋洋地躺在泥土里看着他们。
我的伙伴正在把鸟巢建在巴伯克庙里，粉红和白色的合作正看着他们，咕咕地叫着。
亲爱的王子，我必须离开你，但我永远不会忘了你，明年春天我会带给你两颗漂亮的珠宝替代你送出去的那两颗。
红宝石会比红玫瑰还要鲜红，蓝宝石会和大海一样蓝。
”“就在下面的广场，”快乐王子说，“站着一个卖火柴的女孩，她的火柴掉进沟里了，火柴都不能用了。
她回家时如果没有带回一分钱她爸爸一定会打她的，她现在不停地哭着。
她没有鞋子也没有袜子，她的头上也什么都没戴。
把我的另一只蓝宝石也扯出来给她吧，这样她爸爸就不会打她了。
”“我会再陪你一个晚上，”燕子说，“但我不能把你的眼睛摘下来，不然你就什么都看不见了。
”“燕子，燕子，小燕子，”王子说道，“就按我说的做吧。
”燕子把王子的另外一颗眼睛摘了下来，叼在嘴里，冲了下去。
他猛冲飞过卖火柴的女孩身边，将宝石放在小女孩在手掌里。
“多漂亮的一颗玻璃啊，”她叫了出来，笑着跑回家了。
然后燕子飞回王子身边，“你现在什么都看不见了，”燕子说，“所以我会永远陪着你了。
”“不，小燕子。
”一无所有的王子说道，“你得去埃及了。
”“我会永远陪在你身边的，”小燕子说道，接着就在王子的脚上睡着了。
第二天，燕子整一天都坐在王子的肩膀上，和王子讲述另一片土地上他曾见到的东西。
他讲道，朱鹭会在尼罗河畔站成长长的一行，用嘴在河里抓金鱼。