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Tuesday 15 March 2016

Nightingale and Rose by Oscar Wilde

For Digital ePortfolio reading again B. A. texts.

Really it is a great feeling to read the short story of Oscar Wilde. Because if we look into the personal life of the writer then it is full of suffering. he was heavily talking opium. at the same time he has spent his last year of life in prison, so no one can expect great thing from him. but it is not so. 
What we have learn from the theory of DEPERSONALIZATION , that work of art and poet- writer  are two different entity. we shouldn't be judgmental that if writer's personal life is disturbed, then his writing also not will be good.
there are many examples in literature, for example, Eugene O'Neill that his personal life was also full of pain and suffering. but then even he is famous as American Shakespeare. His works are tremendously popular among the people. My point is that WORK IS IMPORTANT, not the personal life. 

Nightingale and Rose is very short, simple and touching story. within few pages what writer tell that can't be told in even long books. on the one side we have beautiful, sweet Nightingale who sacrifice life for love, and when we come to know that boy has thrown Red Rose , we feel sorry for Nightingale.

..............'No red rose in all my garden!' he cried,

and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. 'Ah, on
what little things does happiness depend! 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.'.............
................
→'If you want a red rose,' said the Tree, 'you
must build it out of music by moonlight, and
stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must
sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All
night long you must sing to me, and the thorn
must pierce your heart, and your life-blood
must flow into my veins, and become mine.'


★ 'Death is a great price to pay for a red
rose,' cried the Nightingale, 'and Life is very
dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green
wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of
gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl.
Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet
are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and
the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is
better than Life, and what is the heart of a
bird compared to the heart of a man?

..................
.... 'Look, look!' cried the Tree, 'the rose is
finished now;' but the Nightingale made no
answer, for she was lying dead in the long
grass, with the thorn in her heart...................

But the girl frowned.
'I am afraid it will not go with my dress,'
she answered; 'and, besides, the Chamberlain's
nephew has sent me some real jewels, and
everybody knows that jewels cost far more than
flowers.'..........

.......... he
threw the rose into the street, where it fell into
the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.............

...... 'What a silly thing Love is,' said the Student
as he walked away. 'It is not half as useful as
Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is
always telling one of things that are not going to
happen, and making one believe things that are
not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and,
as in this age to be practical is everything, I
shall go back to Philosophy and study
Metaphysics.'

So he returned to his room and pulled out a
great dusty book, and began to read.!!!!!!!!!!!!



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