欧亨利的短篇小说英文
㈠ 欧亨利短篇小说 英文
O. Henry stories are famous for their surprise endings. He was called the American Guy De Maupassant. Both authors wrote twist endings, but O. Henry stories were much more playful and optimistic.
Most of O. Henry's stories are set in his own time, the early years of the 20th century. Many take place in New York City, and deal for the most part with ordinary people: clerks, policemen, waitresses. His stories are also well known for witty narration.
Fundamentally a proct of his time, O. Henry's work provides one of the best English examples of catching the entire flavor of an age. Whether roaming the cattle-lands of Texas, exploring the art of the "gentle grafter", or investigating the tensions of class and wealth in turn-of-the-century New York, O. Henry had an inimitable hand for isolating some element of society and describing it with an incredible economy and grace of language. Some of his best and least-known work resides in the collection Cabbages and Kings, a series of stories which each explore some indivial aspect of life in a paralytically sleepy Central American town while each advancing some aspect of the larger plot and relating back one to another in a complex structure which slowly explicates its own background even as it painstakingly erects a town which is one of the most detailed literary creations of the period.
The Four Million (a collection of stories) opens with a reference to Ward McAllister's "assertion that there were only 'Four Hundred' people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen—the census taker—and his larger estimate of human interest has been preferred in marking out the field of these little stories of the 'Four Million'". To O. Henry, everyone in New York counted. He had an obvious affection for the city, which he called "Bagdad-on-the-Subway,"[1] and many of his stories are set there—but others are set in small towns and in other cities.
"A Municipal Report" opens by quoting Frank Norris: "Fancy a novel about Chicago or Buffalo, let us say, or Nashville, Tennessee! There are just three big cities in the United States that are 'story cities'—New York, of course, New Orleans, and, best of the lot, San Francisco." Thumbing his nose at Norris, O. Henry sets the story in Nashville.
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The essential premise of this story has been copied, re-worked, parodied, and otherwise re-told countless times in the century since it was written.
"The Ransom of Red Chief" concerns two men who kidnap a boy of ten. The boy turns out to be so bratty and obnoxious that the desperate men ultimately pay the boy's father two hundred and fifty dollars to take him back.
"The Cop and the Anthem" concerns a New York City hobo named Soapy, who sets out to get arrested so he can spend the cold winter as a guest of the city jail. Despite efforts at petty theft, vandalism, disorderly conct, and "mashing", Soapy fails to draw the attention of the police. Disconsolate, he pauses in front of a church, where an organ anthem inspires him to clean up his life—whereupon he is promptly arrested for loitering.
"A Retrieved Reformation" has safecracker Jimmy Valentine take a job in a small-town bank in order to case it for a planned robbery. Unexpectedly, he falls in love with the banker's daughter, and decides to go straight. Just as he's about to leave to deliver his specialized tools to an old associate, a lawman who recognizes him arrives at the bank, and a child locks herself in the airtight vault. Knowing it will seal his fate, Valentine cracks open the safe to rescue the child—and the lawman lets him go.
"Compliments of the Season" describes several characters' misadventures ring Christmas .
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㈡ 欧亨利的代表作有哪些
《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》、《最后一片叶子》、《二十年后》、《红毛酋长的赎金》等。
1、《麦琪的礼物》
《麦琪的礼物》欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述了一对穷困的年轻夫妇忍痛割爱互赠圣诞礼物的故事，反映了美国下层人民生活的艰难，赞美了主人公善良的心地和纯真爱情。
2、《警察与赞美诗》
《警察与赞美诗》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说。该短篇小说讲述的是一个穷困潦倒，无家可归的流浪汉苏比，因为寒冬想去监狱熬过，所以故意犯罪，去饭店吃霸王餐，扰乱治安，偷他人的伞，调戏妇女等，然而这些都没有让他如愿进监狱。
最后，当他在教堂里被赞美诗所感动，想要从新开始，改邪归正的时候，警察却将他送进了监狱。该小说展示了当时美国下层人民无以为生的悲惨命运。
3、《最后一片叶子》
《最后一片叶子》是美国作家欧·亨利的作品。该作品描写一位老画家为患肺炎而奄奄一息的穷学生画最后一片长春藤叶的故事。
老画家贝尔曼是一个在社会底层挣扎了一辈子的小人物，一生饱经风霜、穷困潦倒，却热爱绘画艺术，为挽救一个青年画家的生命而献出了自己的生命。
4、《二十年后》
《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的作品。两个美国青年——鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯是一对非常要好的朋友，当鲍勃要到西部去创业时，他们相约20年后在纽约大乔勃拉地饭馆相会。
然而当在西部闯荡了20年并且正受芝加哥警方辑捕的鲍勃赶到纽约来践约时，在纽约已当了巡警的吉米以出人意料的手段逮捕了鲍勃。
该小说通过这两个青年20年后重逢之际所发生的意外变化，反映了美国19世纪后半期到第一次世界大战前美国社会生活各方面的深刻变迁。
5、《红毛酋长的赎金》
世界短篇小说之王欧亨利的作品，文章讲述了一个绑架的故事，“我”与比尔在一个名叫顶峰镇的地方，绑架了这个镇上有名望的居民埃比尼泽∙多塞特的独子，“我们”原想靠他去敲诈埃比尼泽。
然而“我们”万万没想到，这个孩子捉弄人，一开始，“我们”三个扮印第安人玩，后来这个孩子越来越嚣张，越来越捉弄人，还把其中一个人弄伤了，让比尔差点成了精神崩溃者。
最后“我”把勒索信送到埃比尼泽的家，可后来“我们”却被埃比尼泽给敲诈，实在是因为“我们”无法忍受着个孩子，最后的结果，“我们”把孩子送回去，并且给了他父亲250元。
参考资料来源：网络——欧·亨利
㈢ 欧亨利的《苹果之谜》
读了一遍
讽刺的是那些自以为是、虚伪、根本不了解女人，为了讨好女乘客而装作了解女人的男人们，
还有那个自以为可爱，实际上不过是个爱慕虚荣，自私自利，利用男人的花瓶女人。
㈣ 欧亨利中英文短篇小说集
爱洋葱有很多欧亨利中英文短篇小说，而且还是中英双语的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感兴趣可以去网站看看。
《三叶草和棕榈树》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回忆了克兰西从一位暴君的魔掌中逃脱的故事。
《失语漫游》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一觉醒来发现自己失忆了，你会怎么办？欧·亨利的《失语漫游》讲述的正是一个失忆者的故事。一位成天钻研法律的名律师，几乎与娱乐绝缘，他的生活可谓了无生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起来：他带着巨款，在客车上失忆了！接下来他该何去何从？且看欧·亨利如何将一个成功男士失忆后的心理、生活状态写得惟妙惟肖！
《黄狗自传》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
动物会写文章？动物会用语言表达自己？一只黄狗会有怎样的倾诉欲。欧·亨利短篇小说《黄狗自传》，以一只黄狗为第一人称，讲述一只狗的日常生活
《恭贺佳节》Compliments of the Season
流浪汉、布娃娃、百元大钞、百万富翁、圣诞佳节这看似风马牛不相及的一切到底有何关联？走进欧·亨利千回百转、光怪陆离、惊奇不断的奇妙小说世界，《恭贺佳节》即将向您揭晓满意的答案。
《巴格达之鸡》A Bird of Bagdad
一个谜语引发了一群人的思考，欧·亨利似的结尾总能在最后让读者恍然大悟，又或者哑然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一个小伙，小伙子为了取得参加心上人生日宴会的资格，正在为一个谜语而困惑不已。
《没有结局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描写了一位每周只挣五美圆的贫穷女工达尔西在阔佬的诱惑下，虽一时动摇但最终拒绝。她复杂的内心世界被真实的表现出来。
《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一个玩笑引发的故事，读来诙谐幽默又意味深长。小说的结尾是典型的“欧·亨利式
的结尾”，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美国驻科拉里奥领事约翰收到了来自家乡的一封信，咨询关于来科拉里奥开鞋店是否可行。出于消遣，他回信说这里急需一家鞋店。实际情况则是，这个三千多人的小镇没有几个人愿受穿鞋之苦。没想到，真的有人变卖了家产，满怀希望载着鞋子来了，而这个人竟然还是约翰心上人的父亲……
《闪光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以为是的骗子自作聪明却弄巧成拙，有勇无谋的将军无心插柳却误打误撞狠狠地捉弄了骗子。世事难料，往往事与愿违，是造化弄人，还是万事皆有因？欧·亨利的短篇小说《闪光的金子》向我们讲述了这样一个荒谬的幽默讽喻故事。
㈤ 欧亨利 短篇小说
1、《麦琪的礼物》
《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述的是一个圣诞节里发生在社会下层的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金仅够维持生活的小职员，女主人公德拉是一位贤惠善良的主妇。
他们的生活贫穷，但吉姆和德拉各自拥有一样极珍贵的宝物。吉姆有祖传的一块金表，德拉有一头美丽的瀑布般的秀发。
为了能在圣诞节送给对方一件礼物，吉姆卖掉了他的金表为德拉买了一套“纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝”的梳子；
德拉卖掉了自己的长发为吉姆买了一条白金表链。他们都为对方舍弃了自己最宝贵的东西，而换来的礼物却因此变得毫无作用了。
2、《警察与赞美诗》
《警察与赞美诗》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说。该短篇小说讲述的是一个穷困潦倒，无家可归的流浪汉苏比，因为寒冬想去监狱熬过，所以故意犯罪，去饭店吃霸王餐，扰乱治安，偷他人的伞，调戏妇女等，然而这些都没有让他如愿进监狱；
最后，当他在教堂里被赞美诗所感动，想要从新开始，改邪归正的时候，警察却将他送进了监狱。该小说展示了当时美国下层人民无以为生的悲惨命运。
“警察”和“赞美诗”在标题中虽然是形式上对等排列，但作为支配人类生存选择的两股力量是不对等的。在警察与赞美诗的二元对立中，以“警察”为代表的国家政权永远支配着和控制着以“赞美诗为代表的精神力量。
3、《最后一片叶子》
《最后一片叶子》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。该作品描写一位老画家为患肺炎而奄奄一息的穷学生画最后一片常春藤叶的故事。
琼西在寒冷的十一月患上了严重的肺炎，并且其病情越来越重。作为画家的她，将生命的希望寄托在窗外最后一片藤叶上，以为藤叶落下之时，就是她生命结束之时。
于是，她失去了活下去的勇气和信念。作为她的朋友苏很伤心，便将琼西的想法告诉了老画家贝尔曼，这个老画家是个脾气火爆，爱取笑人的酒鬼，终日与酒为伴。
画了近四十年的画，一事无成，每天都说要创作出一篇惊世之作，却始终只是空谈。但是他对这两位年青的画家却是照顾有佳。他听到了此事后，便骂了一通，但仍无计可施。
然而令人惊奇的事发生了：尽管屋外的风刮得那样厉害，而锯齿形的叶子边缘已经枯萎发黄，但它仍然长在高高的藤枝上。
琼西看到最后一片叶子仍然挂在树上，叶子经过凛冽的寒风依然可以存留下来， 自己为什么不能？于是又重拾生的信念，顽强地活了下来。
可是故事并不是到此就结束了，真相才刚刚打开：原来是年过六旬的贝尔曼，在一个风雨交加的夜晚，为了画上最后一片藤叶，因着凉，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最后时刻，他终于完成了令人震撼的杰作。
4、《二十年后》
《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。一对在纽约一起长大、情同兄弟的朋友鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯，他们在鲍勃即将启程去西部冒险的时候，约定20年后在同样的时间、地点再次见面。
20年来，他们谁也不曾忘记过这个约定。鲍勃从西部不远万里来赴约，支撑他的是只要对方还记得这次约定，那无论做什么都是值得的。对于鲍勃来说，吉米永远都是最忠实、最令他信任的朋友。
然而，20年后再见面时，等待他们的不是重逢的喜悦，命运却把他们分别放在了法律天平的两端，鲍勃是警方正在通缉的要犯，而吉米却是接到命令努力追捕“狡猾的鲍勃”的警察。
对于吉米来说，究竟是继续保持对挚友的忠诚，还是履行自己作为警察的职责，他最终选择了后者。
该小说通过这两个青年20年后重逢之际所发生的意外变化，反映了美国19世纪后半期到第一次世界大战前美国社会生活各方面的深刻变迁。
5、《红毛酋长的赎金》
《红毛酋长的赎金》，欧亨利的短篇小说作品，文章讲述了一个绑架的故事。
“我”与比尔在一个名叫顶峰镇的地方，绑架了这个镇上有名望的居民埃比尼泽多塞特的独子，“我们”原想靠他去敲诈埃比尼泽；
然而“我们”万万没想到，这个孩子捉弄人，一开始，“我们”三个扮印第安人玩，后来这个孩子越来越嚣张，越来越捉弄人，还把其中一个人弄伤了，让比尔差点成了精神崩溃者。
最后“我”把勒索信送到埃比尼泽的家，可后来“我们”却被埃比尼泽给敲诈，实在是因为“我们”无法忍受着个孩子，最后的结果，“我们”把孩子送回去，并且给了他父亲250元。
㈥ 求欧亨利的英文短篇小说，越全越好
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling-- something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value-- the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
http://www.readbookonline.net/stories/Henry/108/ 欧亨利的全在里面了，只要你能找到题目就行，给分吧，楼主
㈦ 欧亨利(O.Henry) 短篇小说《饕餮姻缘》的英文原名是什么
Cupid a la Carte
以下是部分摘录，全文请参见参考资料中的网址
Title: Cupid a la Carte
Author: O Henry [More Titles by Henry]
"The dispositions of woman," said Jeff Peters, after various opinions on the subject had been advanced, "run, regular, to diversions. What a woman wants is what you're out of. She wants more of a thing when it's scarce. She likes to have souvenirs of things that never happened. She likes to be reminded of things she never heard of. A one-sided view of objects is disjointing to the female composition.
"'Tis a misfortune of mine, begotten by nature and travel," continued Jeff, looking thoughtfully between his elevated feet at the grocery stove, "to look deeper into some subjects than most people do. I've breathed gasoline smoke talking to street crowds in nearly every town in the United States. I've held 'em spellbound with music, oratory, sleight of hand, and prevarications, while I've sold 'em jewelry, medicine, soap, hair tonic, and junk of other nominations. And ring my travels, as a matter of recreation and expiation, I've taken cognisance some of women. It takes a man a lifetime to find out about one particular woman; but if he puts in, say, ten years, instrious and curious, he can acquire the general rudiments of the sex. One lesson I picked up was when I was working the West with a line of Brazilian diamonds and a patent fire kindler just after my trip from Savannah down through the cotton belt with Dalby's Anti-explosive Lamp Oil Powder. 'Twas when the Oklahoma country was in first bloom. Guthrie was rising in the middle of it like a lump of self-raising dough. It was a boom town of the regular kind--you stood in line to get a chance to wash your face; if you ate over ten minutes you had a lodging bill added on; if you slept on a plank at night they charged it to you as board the next morning.
㈧ 欧亨利的短篇小说片名 用英文怎么翻译
尽力了 乔治亚的规定
艺术品与牧场烈马
找不到……
《人生的波澜》The Whirligig Of Life
《酒吧里的世界公民》A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
《歌声与警察》The Cop and the Anthem
《浪子回头》The Gentle Grafter
《公主与美洲狮》 The Princess and the Puma
《艺术品与牧场烈马》Hygeia at the Solito
《人生道路的选择》The Road We Take
《感恩节的两位绅士》Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen
《乔治亚的规定》Babes In The Jungle
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有中文翻译的只有如下几篇：
"Girl" “姑娘”
“Next To Reading Matter”“醉翁之意”
After Twenty Years 二十年以后
The Atavism Of John Tom Little Bear 小熊约翰·汤姆的返祖现象
Babes In The Jungle 丛林中的孩子
Between Rounds 闹剧
The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 慈善事业数学讲座
Conscience In Art 艺术良心
The Cop and the Anthem 警察与赞美诗
A Cosmopolite in a Cafe 咖啡馆里的世界公民
The Detective Detector 几位侦探
A Double-dyed Deceiver 双料骗子
The Furnished Room 带家具出租的房间
The Gift of the Magi 麦琪的礼物
The Green Door 绿色门
The Handbook of Hymen 婚姻手册
Hearts and Hands 心与手
The Hiding of Black Bill 布莱克·比尔藏身记
Hygeia at the Solito 索利托牧场的卫生学
Jimmy Hayes And Muriel 吉米·海斯和缪里尔
Jeff Peters As A Personal Magnet 催眠术家杰甫·彼得斯
The Last Leaf 最后一片叶子
Lost on Dress Parade 华而不实
Mammon and the Archer 爱神与财神
The Man Higher Up 黄雀在后
The Marionettes 提线木偶
The Marry Month of May 五月是个结婚月
A Municipal Report 市政报告
The Pimienta Pancakes 比绵塔薄饼
The Princess and the Puma 公主与美洲狮
Psyche And The Pskyscraper 心理分析与摩天大楼
The Red Roses of Tonia 托尼娅的红玫瑰
The Roads We Take 我们选择的道路
The Romance of a Busy Broker 证券经纪人的浪漫故事
A Service of Love 爱的牺牲
Shearing The Wolf 虎口拔牙
Telemachus, Friend 刎颈之交
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 两位感恩节的绅士
An Unfinished Story 没说完的故事
While The Auto Waits 汽车等待的时候
The Whirligig of Life 生活的波折
Withes' Loaves 女巫的面包
以上就是有公开发表的翻译版本的文章
schools and schools不在之列
欧亨利短篇小说集里也没有。
就像《百年孤独》一样，也没合法的翻译版本，貌似马尔克斯没有卖给中国它所有作品的翻译版权。
schools and schools可能也是这样。
这个阿，很难找...可以看英文原版阿，读起来可能会很麻烦。
写论文，知道大意就可以了。
参考资料：http://ke..com/view/88041.htm
http://tieba..com/f?kz=69139525
这里都有，以后就方便了哦
㈨ 要一段欧亨利的小说爱的牺牲（A Service Of Love)的英语故事简介和读后感总的大概150个单词
1862年9月11日，美国最著名的短篇小说家之一欧·亨利（O.Henry）出生于美国北卡罗来纳州一个小镇。曾被评论界誉为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父。他出身于美国北卡罗来纳州格林斯波罗镇一个医师家庭。父亲是医生。他原名威廉·西德尼·波特(William Sydney Porter)。他所受教育不多，15岁便开始在药房当学徒，20岁时由于健康原因去得克萨斯州的一个牧场当了两年牧牛了，积累了对西部生活的亲身经验。此后，他在得克萨斯做过不同的工作，包括在奥斯汀银行当出纳员。他还办过一份名为《滚石》的幽默周刊，并在休斯敦一家日报上发表幽默小说和趣闻逸事。1887年，亨利结婚并生了一个女儿。 正当他的生活颇为安定之时，却发生了一件改变他命运的事情。1896年，奥斯汀银行指控他在任职期间盗用资金。他为了躲避受审，逃往洪都拉斯。1897年，后因回家探视病危的妻子被捕入狱，判处5年徒刑。在狱中曾担任药剂师，他在银行工作时，曾有过写作的经历，担任监狱医务室的药剂师后开始认真写作。他开始以欧·亨利为笔名写作短篇小说，于《麦克吕尔》杂志发表。1901年，因“行为良好”提前获释，来到纽约专事写作。 欧·亨利在大概十年的时间内创作了短篇小说共有300多篇，收入《白菜与国王》(1904)、《四百万》(1906)、《西部之心》(1907)、《市声》(1908)、《滚石》(1913)等集子，其中以描写纽约曼哈顿市民生活的作品为最著名。他把那儿的街道、小饭馆、破旧的公寓的气氛渲染得十分逼真，故有“曼哈顿的桂冠诗人”之称。他曾以骗子的生活为题材，写了不少短篇小说。作者企图表明道貌岸然的上流社会里，有不少人就是高级的骗子，成功的骗子。欧·亨利对社会与人生的观察和分析并不深刻，有些作品比较浅薄，但他一生困顿，常与失意落魄的小人物同甘共苦，又能以别出心裁的艺术手法表现他们复杂的感情。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外；又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”。因此，他最出色的短篇小说如《爱的牺牲》(A Service of Love)、《警察与赞美诗》(The Cop and the Anthem)、《带家具出租的房间》(The Furnished Room)、《麦琪的礼物》(The Gift of the Magi)、《最后一片藤叶》（The Last Leaf）等都可列入世界优秀短篇小说之中。他的文字生动活泼，善于利用双关语、讹音、谐音和旧典新意，妙趣横生,被喻为[含泪的微笑]。他还以准确的细节描写，制造与再现气氛，特别是大都会夜生活的气氛。欧·亨利还以擅长结尾闻名遐迩，美国文学界称之为“欧·亨利式的结尾”他善于戏剧性地设计情节，埋下伏笔，作好铺垫，勾勒矛盾，最后在结尾处突然让人物的心理情境发生出人意料的变化，或使主人公命运陡然逆转，使读者感到豁然开朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案称奇，从而造成独特的艺术魅力。欧·亨利把小说的灵魂全都凝聚在结尾部分，让读者在前的似乎是平淡无奇的而又是诙谐风趣的娓娓动听的描述中，不知不觉地进入作者精心设置的迷宫，直到最后，忽如电光一闪，才照亮了先前隐藏着的一切，仿佛在和读者捉迷藏，或者在玩弄障眼法，给读者最后一个惊喜。在欧·亨利之前，其他短篇小说家也已经这样尝试过这种出乎意料的结局。但是欧·亨利对此运用得更为经常，更为自然，也更为纯熟老到。欧·亨利给美国的短篇小说带来新气息，他的作品因而久享盛名，并具有世界影响。美国自1918年起“欧·亨利纪念奖”，以奖励每年度的最佳短篇小说，由此可见其声望之卓著。在纽约，由于大量佳作出版，他名利双收。他不仅挥霍无度，而且好赌，好酒贪杯。写作的劳累与生活的无节制使他的身体受到严重损伤。1907年，欧·亨利再婚。可惜，第二次婚姻对他来说并没有什么幸福可言。1910年６月３日，他病倒了。两天后，即６月５日，与世长辞，死于肝硬化，年仅48岁。 从题材的性质来看，欧·亨利的作品大致可分为三类。一类以描写美国西部生活为主；一类写的是美国一些大城市的生活；一类则以拉丁美洲生活为对象。这些不同的题材，显然与作者一生中几个主要生活时期的不同经历，有着密切的关系。而三类作品当中，无疑又以描写城市生活的作品数量最多，意义最大。欧·亨利思想的矛盾和他作品的弱点，与他的创作环境有极大关系。即使在他已经成名，受到读者广泛欢迎的时候，他的生活也依然经常处于拮据状态。他曾经直言不讳地说：我是为面包而写作的”。
㈩ 欧亨利的小说中英文对照
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