欧亨利著名短篇小说在线阅读

⑴ 欧亨利所有的短篇小说

麦琪的礼物
爱的奉献
警察和选美诗
财神与爱神
市政报告
幽默家自白
忙碌经纪人的浪漫史
华而不实
精确的婚姻学
虎口拔牙
公主与美洲狮
索利托场的卫生学
小熊约翰·汤姆的返视现象
慈善事业数学讲座
艺术良心
双料骗子
重新做人
提线木偶
汽车等待的时候
两位感恩节的绅士
没有完的故事
供应家具的房间
女巫的面包
最后的常春藤叶
《咖啡馆里的世界公民》、《财神和爱神》、《麦琪的礼物》、《证券经纪人的浪漫故事》、《带家具出租的房 间》、《包打听》、《警察与赞美诗》、《爱的牺牲》、《姑娘》、《醉翁之意》、《二十年以后》、《小熊约翰·汤姆的返祖现象》、《丛林中的孩子》、《闹剧》、《慈善事业数学讲座》、《几位侦探》、《双料骗子》、《绿色门》、《婚姻手册》、《心与手》、《布莱克·比尔藏身记》、《索利托牧场的卫生学》、《吉米·海斯和缪里尔》、《催眠术家杰甫·彼得斯》、《最后一片叶子》、《华而不实》、《黄雀在后》、《提线木偶》、《五月是个结婚月》、《市政报告》、《没有故事》、《比绵塔薄饼》、《公主与美洲狮》、《心理分析与摩天大楼》、《托尼娅的红玫瑰》、《我们选择的道路》、《虎口拔牙》、《刎颈之交》、《两位感恩节的绅士》、《没说完的故事》、《汽车等待的时候》、《生活的波折》、《女巫的面包》等等。

⑵ 关于欧亨利的短篇小说

在小说<供应家具的房间>里,欧·亨利艺术地把握了现实的悲剧性,使之具有了深刻的悲剧意义.这既体现了他基本的创作风格,同时又较以往的作品有所超越.

拿《供应家具的房间》来说，换个角度写，就是一出所谓“美国梦的幻灭”悲剧，又一个“珍妮姑娘”，一曲求取功名而身死的悲歌。花季少女如何被花花世界所吞噬，而作者着眼的是“少年能闻得出心上人的味道”，两条年青生命的消亡不可避免地带上了传奇色彩，遮上一层温情的面纱。不是正面出击要害部位，却想一针见血，何其难哉！

⑶ 《欧亨利短篇小说集》epub下载在线阅读，求百度网盘云资源

《欧·亨利短篇小说集》（[美] 欧·亨利）电子书网盘下载免费在线阅读

资源链接：

链接：

书名：欧·亨利短篇小说集

作者：[美] 欧·亨利

译者：牛振华

豆瓣评分：8.7

出版社：上海三联书店

出版年份：2010-1

页数：344

内容简介：

《欧•亨利短篇小说集》内容简介：欧·亨利像一个有着丰富阅历的老水手，总能很自然地将他人生中的那些精彩故事娓娓道来。这些故事如此贴近你的生活，让你以为就发生在自己身边。可是，在你忍不住对这种熟悉感到厌倦前，他又狠狠地给你一个出人意料的结局，然后在你的目瞪口呆中扬长而去，只留下你独自思索，独自流泪，独自微笑。

作者简介：

欧·亨利（1862－1910年），原名威廉·西德尼·波特，是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一．曾被评论界誉为“曼哈顿桂冠诗人”和“美国现代短篇小说之父”。欧·亨利善于描写美国社会，尤其是纽约百姓的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意料，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”。他的代表作有小说集《白菜与国王》、《四百万》、《市声》等，其中一些名篇如《警察与圣歌》、《圣贤的礼物》、《最后一片叶》、《带家具的房间》等使他获得了世界声誉。

⑷ 欧亨利短篇小说

读《麦琪的礼物》有感
《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利写的一篇有趣的文章。它主要讲述了圣诞节的前一天，住在公寓里的贫穷的德拉想给丈夫吉姆一个惊喜，可是她只有一元八角七，她知道这点钱根本不够买什么好的礼物，于是她把引以自豪的褐色瀑布似的秀发剪下来，卖了，换来了20美元。找遍了各家商店，德拉花去21美元，终于买到一条朴素的白金表链，这可以配上吉姆的那块金表。而吉姆也想给老婆一个惊喜，他同样卖掉了引以自豪的金表，买了德拉羡慕渴望已久的全套漂亮的梳子作圣诞礼物。
从这篇文章里，虽然表面上看他们极不明智地为了对方而牺牲了他们家各自最宝贵的东西，但我深深地感到，他们彼此深爱着对方。他们能牺牲自己最贵重的物品，为的是给对方买来最好的礼物。可是双方卖掉了自己贵重的物品，那么对方的礼物已经不适合自己了，而他们做这些事的时候，都是为了对方着想，根本没有考虑自己。正是因为他们互相爱着，而且是深深地爱着对方，才会有这样有趣的结局。
读完这篇文章，我懂得了我们要去关爱别人，这样别人才会爱我们，正是有了爱，人与人之间才会相互理解，人与人之间才有温情。人与动物之间也是因为有了爱，动物才会信任人类，不伤害人类，与人类和平相处。爱的力量真的是很伟大的，有一首歌里面就唱到了：只要人人都献出一点爱，世界将变成美好的人间。在去年印度洋海啸发生的时候，就有全世界各国的人民伸出援助之手，捐款捐物帮助受难的灾民重建家园，使失散的亲人团聚，从这件事中，我感受到了各国人民之间的纯洁友谊。我相信：只要我们心中充满爱，我们的世界会有更加美好的明天

最后一片叶子》读后感
因这我想看到最后一片叶子掉下来，我等得不耐烦了，也想得不耐烦了，我想摆脱一切飘下去，飘下去，像一片可怜的，疲倦了的叶子那样。
——引自《最后一片叶子》
其实，我想对你们说，别再这样无聊下去了，学点吧，至少让你们觉得并非无事可做。我想对你们说，抓住青春吧，别让它从你身边飘走。
初中三年，应该是残酷的三年，因为它只来一次，而它来的时候，我们还不懂得人生，还没有做好迎接它的准备。我不想你们在走出这个大门后，回首的瞬间，有着太多的失落、后悔与心酸。
或许因为一次次地失败，你们对学习失去了信心，你们认为这一切太难太难。但即使如此，我们就可以放弃吗？
不，为什么要放弃！一直以来，我就以为自己的命运就得自己来主宰；一直以来，我就认为这世上的每一个生命都有权力活出自己的精彩；一直以来，我就把自己当作一个勇士，任何的惊险，我都要去尝试；一直以来，在每一次失落、失败后，我命令自己勇敢地站起来！
对自己的未来负责，你们想过吗？不需要别人来画上那一片叶子，让我们自己对自己说：永远都不放弃，在任何时刻！
选择：给我自己
贝尔门，一个伟大的画家。虽然他的大半生都穷困潦倒，走得是一条失败之路。但他始终有个响亮的目标——画一幅“伟大的杰作”。四十年，他都没有因自己的失败而放弃作画，他一直等待着时机。
与把自己的生命寄托于一片飘摇的叶子琼西相比，贝尔门更像一个失败的英雄。面对他，和他用生命画成的“杰作”，我们任何人都不得不肃然起敬。
然而，如果冷静地思考一下，像贝尔门这样几乎盲目的执着却并非可取。若没有最后的偶然，他将是一个彻头彻尾的可怜虫。在这个世界上，物竞天择，适者生存，既然他在画画方面没有什么天赋，不可能有更大的发展，那就应该明智些，在活下来的前提下，更换一种新的生存方式
，努力使自己活得更出色，而不必拘泥于那没有发展的绘画。

学习，就像一棵树——或许生活也是。我们不可能将每片叶子、每件事都做得很好。就像我，不可能完全地参加所有竞赛，不可能把我曾经喜爱的笛子、二胡练得样样精通，也不可能和每一个同学交成好朋友。于是，我选择放弃，我放弃了许多的叶子，放弃了二胡、笛子，放弃了我不能取得成功的数学竞赛，但我不放弃自己。放弃一些叶子，只是为了让有限的水分和养料开出我想要的花，结出我想要的果，只是为了让自己的根枝长得更粗壮，让自己有一个更有发展余地的未来。
于是，我放弃我应该放弃的，但绝不放弃自己。
《警察与赞美诗》读后感
当人们真正想要努力去做了，上帝偏偏又开始吝啬了，反悔了，赖皮了。
不可否认，机遇是不等人的，它不是被动的，不会等着你去分析这，分析那，考虑这，考虑那等一系列琐碎的事件后，再决定去做。或许它本身就是个稍纵即逝的“精灵”，它考验的是我们的勇气与胆量，智慧与灵魂。但也不是说，所有的事都不应该经过深思熟虑，周密安妥的进行，如果是这样，那么我们与远古时代又有何分别？ 当然机遇也是需要珍惜的，需要好好利用的，碰到机遇已经是很“困难”的，要充分地彻底地去利用，却是“难上加难”。怎样去更好地“完善”它，是个重点。
那位警察，不是已经给了索比多次机会吗？而索比并没有为此去认识到什么，只是一味地无休止地不停地为着他心中所谓的“目标”继续扮演着生命的“小丑”，乐此不疲。而幸运的他，总在“舞台”上有写“失足”，但终究被当作“笑料”，一笑置之。
一场“戏剧”的结束，意味着另一场“戏剧”的开演。对警察而言，只是去例行公事；对读者而言，只是将近结尾；对生活而言，只是个小插曲；对编剧而言，是个不错的情节；对观众而言，只是对得起一张票；对索比而言，是对生命的新想法地靠近，是为他先前的“无知”付出的代价，是为他不懂的珍惜从他手中逃脱，也许可以扭转他命运的“机遇”而对其藐视所得到的教训的最终结果。
如果他会怪任何人，那么证明他的确活该；如果他只怪自己，那么他就能大声地对自己说：“三个月，也不算太久，我会珍惜并且把握住每一天的光阴。幸福，其实并没走远，只是我忽略了。等着吧……”
幸福，其实并没走远。没错，主宰幸福的有很多，机遇是其中的一个。不要等到上帝不耐烦了，毕竟他也有喜怒哀乐，给你个下马威，到那时，就好象太没“人情味”了。受苦的可是自己。
珍惜周遭的人或物，它们每天都在改变，只是我们太忙，没看见。机遇，就好比是遇到的机会，是件好事。好好把握，将它的好处发挥至极，则是一件“美”事。一个人的生命中会有形形色色的状况，每一个状况所具有的意义却是截然不同，大相径庭。选择不同的状况，就会有不同的人生，不同的命运，不同的变化……所以，我们要将机遇“透明化”，完全看清，这样，才不会误入歧途啦。
倘若相反，结局就会如同索比：惊恐地醒悟到自己已经坠入了深渊，堕落的岁月，可耻的欲念，悲观失望，才穷智竭，动机卑鄙。
机遇遇到却不把握，是蠢材；不遇机遇却懂得把握，是人才；既遇机遇又懂得把握，是天才。
《我的叔叔于勒》是莫泊桑的经典短篇小说之一，描写了一个破落家族寄希望于远走美国的“于勒叔叔”能够衣锦还乡带来财富，然而却在一次郊游中偶然发现，这位亲戚已经成了一名在游船上卖牡蛎的流浪汉，从而梦幻破灭的故事。莫泊桑以娴熟的讽刺笔法，描摹了19世纪法国社会的市井百态，文字精炼而又颇为传神。

《两位感恩节的绅士》故事讲了两位美国绅士——其中一人根本不能称之为绅士，他只能说是一个常年受饥饿折磨的穷人。在他们之间有个奇怪的约定——每年感恩节，穷人便会坐在联邦广场喷水池对面人行道旁边东入口右面的第三条长凳上，等待着老绅士的到来。老绅士来了之后，会带这位饥肠辘辘的穷人饱餐一顿。这就是他们之间神圣的约定。对老绅士而言，一顿饭钱简直微不足道，但是，他却从其中找到了助人的乐趣。而穷人的目的也并不完全是在于那顿丰盛的饭菜，更重要的是能使一位老人如自己所愿。
这个传统延续了九年之久，第十年的感恩节，穷人照惯例走在去约会地点的路上。可出乎意料的事发生了。半路上，穷人被一幢住宅的管家请进了门，并可以享受一顿丰盛的大餐。原来住宅的主人——两位老太太，也有一个奇怪的传统——在正午把第一个饥饿的路人请进门，让他大吃大喝，饱餐一顿。饥饿的穷人抵挡不住事物的诱惑，畅开肚子，吃了起来。当他心满意足地走出住宅时，才想起了和老绅士的约定。但他还是如约与老绅士碰了面。老绅士将他带到了一处餐厅，穷人为了不扫老绅士的兴，只能装作饥饿难奈地狼吞虎咽起来。尽管穷人那时只剩下挪动身子和呼吸的确力气了。穷人吃完后，老绅士付了帐，两人便道了别。
故事的结局是——两人在回家的路上都晕了过去，被送进了医院。穷人是因为吃得太撑，几乎撑破了胃，而老绅士，一位在前些日子还家财万贯的富翁则是因为三天三夜没有吃东西，身体脱虚，而在路上倒了下来。
读这篇文章就好像是在嚼一只橄榄，甜味中带了一丝酸涩，让人在漠然一笑之后，思索良久。
文中的主人公，充其量不过是两个“小人物”，然而反映初等推己及人，相濡以沫的人性魅力却是那些“大人物”，“权贵们”所无法匹敌的。
那位老绅士在身上只剩下一点钱的情况下，完全可以不去赴约，但是他看重的不是金钱，而是诚信，他宁可饿死也不愿意食言。相比如今社会上一些只要自己利益受到损害就不择手段的人来说，老绅士的人性魅力显露无遗。再看那个穷人，尽管吃不饱穿不暖，没有受什么教育，但是他比任何受过良好教育的“权贵”都充满魅力 ——那是人性的魅力，他可以对老绅士说自己已经饱了，可他为了圆老绅士的心愿，咬紧牙关，把饭菜吃得干干净净。也许这很可笑，可是却是不是多么伟大，多么令人钦佩！
读了这篇文章，我知道了人性的伟大力量，我也立志要像那两个绅士一样，不求活得轰轰烈烈，但求真真实实，充满意义，有所追求！！！
以上回答你满意么？

⑸ 谁能推荐几篇欧亨利短篇小说

《最后一片叶子》《白菜与国王》、《四百万》、
《命运之路》、《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《带家具出租的房间》、《麦琪的礼物》、
《最后一片藤叶》、《包打听》、《财神和爱神》、
《证券经纪人的浪漫故事》、《没有完的故事》、
《黄雀在后》

⑹ 《欧·亨利短篇小说选》pdf下载在线阅读全文，求百度网盘云资源

《欧·亨利短篇小说选》（[美] 欧·亨利）电子书网盘下载免费在线阅读

链接: https://pan..com/s/1W1uqGYg02HUQhfJyVXD5-w

书名：欧·亨利短篇小说选

作者：[美] 欧·亨利

译者：王楫

豆瓣评分：8.5

出版社：译林出版社

出版年份：2010-12-1

页数：293

内容简介：

欧·亨利是20世纪初期美国著名短篇小说家,发表了近三百篇短篇小说,作品内容贴近群众生活,篇幅短小精悍,情节引人入胜,语言富于艺术表现力,甚为读者喜爱,他被誉为“美国的莫泊桑”。他的一些名篇,如《贤人的礼物》(旧译《麦琪的礼物》)、《警察和赞美诗》、《最后一片藤叶》等,不愧为短篇小说的杰作，本选集选译了四十二篇。

作者简介：

欧·亨利（O'Henry, 1862-1910）是享有国际声誉的美国短篇小说家，被称为“短篇小说大王”、世界三位短篇小说大师之一。一生共创作短篇小说近300篇。他的小说情节生动，结构紧凑，故事奇特，可读性强，而且经常有一个别出心裁、令人意想不到的结尾。他这种独特的创作风格，对美国现代短篇小说影响很大，在文学史上占有不容忽视的地位。

⑺ 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

⑻ 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。

⑼ 《欧·亨利短篇小说选》pdf下载在线阅读，求百度网盘云资源

《欧·亨利短篇小说精选》（[美] 欧·亨利）电子书网盘下载免费在线阅读

资源链接：

链接：https://pan..com/s/1Z8ntYtONB2sdwPevoiTczQ

书名：欧·亨利短篇小说精选

作者：[美] 欧·亨利

译者：崔爽

豆瓣评分：8.2

出版社：浙江文艺出版社

出版年份：2015-1

页数：320

内容简介：

《欧·亨利短篇小说精选》精选了欧·亨利二十九篇短篇小说代表作：被人们所熟知的《麦琪的礼物》、《最后一片叶子》、《带家具出租的房间》……充满神秘色彩的《绿色之门》、《托宾的手相》……拜金主义背景下发生的《财神与爱神》、《擦亮的灯》……

他的故事展现出令人啼笑皆非的悲悯、独特的幽默和不到最后一秒绝对猜不到的结局，带给您拍案叫绝的读书体验。它们描绘了欧·亨利那广阔的世界，从他挚爱的纽约街道，到国界以南充满异域风情的地方。

欧·亨利的作品将会一直成为好故事的典范。

作者简介

作者简介：

[美]欧·亨利，（1862.9.11－1910.6.5）原名威廉·西德尼·波特，20世纪初美国著名短篇小说家。以“欧·亨利”的笔名发表了大量的短篇小说，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”，是世界三大短篇小说大师之一。以“含泪微笑”的创作风格，出人意料的“欧·亨利式结尾”而闻名于世。他的一生十分传奇，曾做过药剂师、画家、出纳员，歌手、演员、记者等多种职业，并一度入狱，服刑期间认真写作，后成为职业作家，共留下一部长篇小说和近三百篇的短篇小说作品。

崔爽，1984年出生在长沙的山东人，十岁起开始定居广东。本科毕业于广东外语外贸大学的高级翻译专业，后进入英国兰卡斯特大学攻读硕士学位。伊甸园字幕组元老，拥有8年资深美剧翻译经验。参与翻译的主要代表作品：《越狱》《冰与火之歌》