歐亨利的短篇小說英文
㈠ 歐亨利短篇小說 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 歐亨利的代表作有哪些
《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》、《最後一片葉子》、《二十年後》、《紅毛酋長的贖金》等。
1、《麥琪的禮物》
《麥琪的禮物》歐·亨利創作的短篇小說，講述了一對窮困的年輕夫婦忍痛割愛互贈聖誕禮物的故事，反映了美國下層人民生活的艱難，贊美了主人公善良的心地和純真愛情。
2、《警察與贊美詩》
《警察與贊美詩》是美國作家歐·亨利的短篇小說。該短篇小說講述的是一個窮困潦倒，無家可歸的流浪漢蘇比，因為寒冬想去監獄熬過，所以故意犯罪，去飯店吃霸王餐，擾亂治安，偷他人的傘，調戲婦女等，然而這些都沒有讓他如願進監獄。
最後，當他在教堂里被贊美詩所感動，想要從新開始，改邪歸正的時候，警察卻將他送進了監獄。該小說展示了當時美國下層人民無以為生的悲慘命運。
3、《最後一片葉子》
《最後一片葉子》是美國作家歐·亨利的作品。該作品描寫一位老畫家為患肺炎而奄奄一息的窮學生畫最後一片長春藤葉的故事。
老畫家貝爾曼是一個在社會底層掙扎了一輩子的小人物，一生飽經風霜、窮困潦倒，卻熱愛繪畫藝術，為挽救一個青年畫家的生命而獻出了自己的生命。
4、《二十年後》
《二十年後》是美國作家歐·亨利的作品。兩個美國青年——鮑勃和吉米·威爾斯是一對非常要好的朋友，當鮑勃要到西部去創業時，他們相約20年後在紐約大喬勃拉地飯館相會。
然而當在西部闖盪了20年並且正受芝加哥警方輯捕的鮑勃趕到紐約來踐約時，在紐約已當了巡警的吉米以出人意料的手段逮捕了鮑勃。
該小說通過這兩個青年20年後重逢之際所發生的意外變化，反映了美國19世紀後半期到第一次世界大戰前美國社會生活各方面的深刻變遷。
5、《紅毛酋長的贖金》
世界短篇小說之王歐亨利的作品，文章講述了一個綁架的故事，「我」與比爾在一個名叫頂峰鎮的地方，綁架了這個鎮上有名望的居民埃比尼澤∙多塞特的獨子，「我們」原想靠他去敲詐埃比尼澤。
然而「我們」萬萬沒想到，這個孩子捉弄人，一開始，「我們」三個扮印第安人玩，後來這個孩子越來越囂張，越來越捉弄人，還把其中一個人弄傷了，讓比爾差點成了精神崩潰者。
最後「我」把勒索信送到埃比尼澤的家，可後來「我們」卻被埃比尼澤給敲詐，實在是因為「我們」無法忍受著個孩子，最後的結果，「我們」把孩子送回去，並且給了他父親250元。
參考資料來源：網路——歐·亨利
㈢ 歐亨利的《蘋果之謎》
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諷刺的是那些自以為是、虛偽、根本不了解女人，為了討好女乘客而裝作了解女人的男人們，
還有那個自以為可愛，實際上不過是個愛慕虛榮，自私自利，利用男人的花瓶女人。
㈣ 歐亨利中英文短篇小說集
愛洋蔥有很多歐亨利中英文短篇小說，而且還是中英雙語的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感興趣可以去網站看看。
《三葉草和棕櫚樹》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回憶了克蘭西從一位暴君的魔掌中逃脫的故事。
《失語漫遊》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一覺醒來發現自己失憶了，你會怎麼辦？歐·亨利的《失語漫遊》講述的正是一個失憶者的故事。一位成天鑽研法律的名律師，幾乎與娛樂絕緣，他的生活可謂了無生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起來：他帶著巨款，在客車上失憶了！接下來他該何去何從？且看歐·亨利如何將一個成功男士失憶後的心理、生活狀態寫得惟妙惟肖！
《黃狗自傳》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
動物會寫文章？動物會用語言表達自己？一隻黃狗會有怎樣的傾訴欲。歐·亨利短篇小說《黃狗自傳》，以一隻黃狗為第一人稱，講述一隻狗的日常生活
《恭賀佳節》Compliments of the Season
流浪漢、布娃娃、百元大鈔、百萬富翁、聖誕佳節這看似風馬牛不相及的一切到底有何關聯？走進歐·亨利千回百轉、光怪陸離、驚奇不斷的奇妙小說世界，《恭賀佳節》即將向您揭曉滿意的答案。
《巴格達之雞》A Bird of Bagdad
一個謎語引發了一群人的思考，歐·亨利似的結尾總能在最後讓讀者恍然大悟，又或者啞然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一個小伙，小夥子為了取得參加心上人生日宴會的資格，正在為一個謎語而困惑不已。
《沒有結局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描寫了一位每周只掙五美圓的貧窮女工達爾西在闊佬的誘惑下，雖一時動搖但最終拒絕。她復雜的內心世界被真實的表現出來。
《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一個玩笑引發的故事，讀來詼諧幽默又意味深長。小說的結尾是典型的「歐·亨利式
的結尾」，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美國駐科拉里奧領事約翰收到了來自家鄉的一封信，咨詢關於來科拉里奧開鞋店是否可行。出於消遣，他回信說這里急需一家鞋店。實際情況則是，這個三千多人的小鎮沒有幾個人願受穿鞋之苦。沒想到，真的有人變賣了家產，滿懷希望載著鞋子來了，而這個人竟然還是約翰心上人的父親……
《閃光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以為是的騙子自作聰明卻弄巧成拙，有勇無謀的將軍無心插柳卻誤打誤撞狠狠地捉弄了騙子。世事難料，往往事與願違，是造化弄人，還是萬事皆有因？歐·亨利的短篇小說《閃光的金子》向我們講述了這樣一個荒謬的幽默諷喻故事。
㈤ 歐亨利 短篇小說
1、《麥琪的禮物》
《麥琪的禮物》是歐·亨利創作的短篇小說，講述的是一個聖誕節里發生在社會下層的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金僅夠維持生活的小職員，女主人公德拉是一位賢惠善良的主婦。
他們的生活貧窮，但吉姆和德拉各自擁有一樣極珍貴的寶物。吉姆有祖傳的一塊金錶，德拉有一頭美麗的瀑布般的秀發。
為了能在聖誕節送給對方一件禮物，吉姆賣掉了他的金錶為德拉買了一套「純玳瑁做的，邊上鑲著珠寶」的梳子；
德拉賣掉了自己的長發為吉姆買了一條白金錶鏈。他們都為對方舍棄了自己最寶貴的東西，而換來的禮物卻因此變得毫無作用了。
2、《警察與贊美詩》
《警察與贊美詩》是美國作家歐·亨利的短篇小說。該短篇小說講述的是一個窮困潦倒，無家可歸的流浪漢蘇比，因為寒冬想去監獄熬過，所以故意犯罪，去飯店吃霸王餐，擾亂治安，偷他人的傘，調戲婦女等，然而這些都沒有讓他如願進監獄；
最後，當他在教堂里被贊美詩所感動，想要從新開始，改邪歸正的時候，警察卻將他送進了監獄。該小說展示了當時美國下層人民無以為生的悲慘命運。
「警察」和「贊美詩」在標題中雖然是形式上對等排列，但作為支配人類生存選擇的兩股力量是不對等的。在警察與贊美詩的二元對立中，以「警察」為代表的國家政權永遠支配著和控制著以「贊美詩為代表的精神力量。
3、《最後一片葉子》
《最後一片葉子》是美國作家歐·亨利的短篇小說作品。該作品描寫一位老畫家為患肺炎而奄奄一息的窮學生畫最後一片常春藤葉的故事。
瓊西在寒冷的十一月患上了嚴重的肺炎，並且其病情越來越重。作為畫家的她，將生命的希望寄託在窗外最後一片藤葉上，以為藤葉落下之時，就是她生命結束之時。
於是，她失去了活下去的勇氣和信念。作為她的朋友蘇很傷心，便將瓊西的想法告訴了老畫家貝爾曼，這個老畫家是個脾氣火爆，愛取笑人的酒鬼，終日與酒為伴。
畫了近四十年的畫，一事無成，每天都說要創作出一篇驚世之作，卻始終只是空談。但是他對這兩位年青的畫家卻是照顧有佳。他聽到了此事後，便罵了一通，但仍無計可施。
然而令人驚奇的事發生了：盡管屋外的風颳得那樣厲害，而鋸齒形的葉子邊緣已經枯萎發黃，但它仍然長在高高的藤枝上。
瓊西看到最後一片葉子仍然掛在樹上，葉子經過凜冽的寒風依然可以存留下來， 自己為什麼不能？於是又重拾生的信念，頑強地活了下來。
可是故事並不是到此就結束了，真相才剛剛打開：原來是年過六旬的貝爾曼，在一個風雨交加的夜晚，為了畫上最後一片藤葉，因著涼，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最後時刻，他終於完成了令人震撼的傑作。
4、《二十年後》
《二十年後》是美國作家歐·亨利的短篇小說作品。一對在紐約一起長大、情同兄弟的朋友鮑勃和吉米·威爾斯，他們在鮑勃即將啟程去西部冒險的時候，約定20年後在同樣的時間、地點再次見面。
20年來，他們誰也不曾忘記過這個約定。鮑勃從西部不遠萬里來赴約，支撐他的是只要對方還記得這次約定，那無論做什麼都是值得的。對於鮑勃來說，吉米永遠都是最忠實、最令他信任的朋友。
然而，20年後再見面時，等待他們的不是重逢的喜悅，命運卻把他們分別放在了法律天平的兩端，鮑勃是警方正在通緝的要犯，而吉米卻是接到命令努力追捕「狡猾的鮑勃」的警察。
對於吉米來說，究竟是繼續保持對摯友的忠誠，還是履行自己作為警察的職責，他最終選擇了後者。
該小說通過這兩個青年20年後重逢之際所發生的意外變化，反映了美國19世紀後半期到第一次世界大戰前美國社會生活各方面的深刻變遷。
5、《紅毛酋長的贖金》
《紅毛酋長的贖金》，歐亨利的短篇小說作品，文章講述了一個綁架的故事。
「我」與比爾在一個名叫頂峰鎮的地方，綁架了這個鎮上有名望的居民埃比尼澤多塞特的獨子，「我們」原想靠他去敲詐埃比尼澤；
然而「我們」萬萬沒想到，這個孩子捉弄人，一開始，「我們」三個扮印第安人玩，後來這個孩子越來越囂張，越來越捉弄人，還把其中一個人弄傷了，讓比爾差點成了精神崩潰者。
最後「我」把勒索信送到埃比尼澤的家，可後來「我們」卻被埃比尼澤給敲詐，實在是因為「我們」無法忍受著個孩子，最後的結果，「我們」把孩子送回去，並且給了他父親250元。
㈥ 求歐亨利的英文短篇小說，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/ 歐亨利的全在裡面了，只要你能找到題目就行，給分吧，樓主
㈦ 歐亨利(O.Henry) 短篇小說《饕餮姻緣》的英文原名是什麼
Cupid a la Carte
以下是部分摘錄，全文請參見參考資料中的網址
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 歐亨利的短篇小說片名 用英文怎麼翻譯
盡力了 喬治亞的規定
藝術品與牧場烈馬
找不到……
《人生的波瀾》The Whirligig Of Life
《酒吧里的世界公民》A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
《歌聲與警察》The Cop and the Anthem
《浪子回頭》The Gentle Grafter
《公主與美洲獅》 The Princess and the Puma
《藝術品與牧場烈馬》Hygeia at the Solito
《人生道路的選擇》The Road We Take
《感恩節的兩位紳士》Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen
《喬治亞的規定》Babes In The Jungle
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有中文翻譯的只有如下幾篇：
"Girl" 「姑娘」
「Next To Reading Matter」「醉翁之意」
After Twenty Years 二十年以後
The Atavism Of John Tom Little Bear 小熊約翰·湯姆的返祖現象
Babes In The Jungle 叢林中的孩子
Between Rounds 鬧劇
The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 慈善事業數學講座
Conscience In Art 藝術良心
The Cop and the Anthem 警察與贊美詩
A Cosmopolite in a Cafe 咖啡館里的世界公民
The Detective Detector 幾位偵探
A Double-dyed Deceiver 雙料騙子
The Furnished Room 帶傢具出租的房間
The Gift of the Magi 麥琪的禮物
The Green Door 綠色門
The Handbook of Hymen 婚姻手冊
Hearts and Hands 心與手
The Hiding of Black Bill 布萊克·比爾藏身記
Hygeia at the Solito 索利托牧場的衛生學
Jimmy Hayes And Muriel 吉米·海斯和繆里爾
Jeff Peters As A Personal Magnet 催眠術家傑甫·彼得斯
The Last Leaf 最後一片葉子
Lost on Dress Parade 華而不實
Mammon and the Archer 愛神與財神
The Man Higher Up 黃雀在後
The Marionettes 提線木偶
The Marry Month of May 五月是個結婚月
A Municipal Report 市政報告
The Pimienta Pancakes 比綿塔薄餅
The Princess and the Puma 公主與美洲獅
Psyche And The Pskyscraper 心理分析與摩天大樓
The Red Roses of Tonia 托尼婭的紅玫瑰
The Roads We Take 我們選擇的道路
The Romance of a Busy Broker 證券經紀人的浪漫故事
A Service of Love 愛的犧牲
Shearing The Wolf 虎口拔牙
Telemachus, Friend 刎頸之交
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 兩位感恩節的紳士
An Unfinished Story 沒說完的故事
While The Auto Waits 汽車等待的時候
The Whirligig of Life 生活的波折
Withes' Loaves 女巫的麵包
以上就是有公開發表的翻譯版本的文章
schools and schools不在之列
歐亨利短篇小說集里也沒有。
就像《百年孤獨》一樣，也沒合法的翻譯版本，貌似馬爾克斯沒有賣給中國它所有作品的翻譯版權。
schools and schools可能也是這樣。
這個阿，很難找...可以看英文原版阿，讀起來可能會很麻煩。
寫論文，知道大意就可以了。
參考資料：http://ke..com/view/88041.htm
http://tieba..com/f?kz=69139525
這里都有，以後就方便了哦
㈨ 要一段歐亨利的小說愛的犧牲（A Service Of Love)的英語故事簡介和讀後感總的大概150個單詞
1862年9月11日，美國最著名的短篇小說家之一歐·亨利（O.Henry）出生於美國北卡羅來納州一個小鎮。曾被評論界譽為曼哈頓桂冠散文作家和美國現代短篇小說之父。他出身於美國北卡羅來納州格林斯波羅鎮一個醫師家庭。父親是醫生。他原名威廉·西德尼·波特(William Sydney Porter)。他所受教育不多，15歲便開始在葯房當學徒，20歲時由於健康原因去得克薩斯州的一個牧場當了兩年牧牛了，積累了對西部生活的親身經驗。此後，他在得克薩斯做過不同的工作，包括在奧斯汀銀行當出納員。他還辦過一份名為《滾石》的幽默周刊，並在休斯敦一家日報上發表幽默小說和趣聞逸事。1887年，亨利結婚並生了一個女兒。 正當他的生活頗為安定之時，卻發生了一件改變他命運的事情。1896年，奧斯汀銀行指控他在任職期間盜用資金。他為了躲避受審，逃往宏都拉斯。1897年，後因回家探視病危的妻子被捕入獄，判處5年徒刑。在獄中曾擔任葯劑師，他在銀行工作時，曾有過寫作的經歷，擔任監獄醫務室的葯劑師後開始認真寫作。他開始以歐·亨利為筆名寫作短篇小說，於《麥克呂爾》雜志發表。1901年，因「行為良好」提前獲釋，來到紐約專事寫作。 歐·亨利在大概十年的時間內創作了短篇小說共有300多篇，收入《白菜與國王》(1904)、《四百萬》(1906)、《西部之心》(1907)、《市聲》(1908)、《滾石》(1913)等集子，其中以描寫紐約曼哈頓市民生活的作品為最著名。他把那兒的街道、小飯館、破舊的公寓的氣氛渲染得十分逼真，故有「曼哈頓的桂冠詩人」之稱。他曾以騙子的生活為題材，寫了不少短篇小說。作者企圖表明道貌岸然的上流社會里，有不少人就是高級的騙子，成功的騙子。歐·亨利對社會與人生的觀察和分析並不深刻，有些作品比較淺薄，但他一生困頓，常與失意落魄的小人物同甘共苦，又能以別出心裁的藝術手法表現他們復雜的感情。他的作品構思新穎，語言詼諧，結局常常出人意外；又因描寫了眾多的人物，富於生活情趣，被譽為「美國生活的幽默網路全書」。因此，他最出色的短篇小說如《愛的犧牲》(A Service of Love)、《警察與贊美詩》(The Cop and the Anthem)、《帶傢具出租的房間》(The Furnished Room)、《麥琪的禮物》(The Gift of the Magi)、《最後一片藤葉》（The Last Leaf）等都可列入世界優秀短篇小說之中。他的文字生動活潑，善於利用雙關語、訛音、諧音和舊典新意，妙趣橫生,被喻為[含淚的微笑]。他還以准確的細節描寫，製造與再現氣氛，特別是大都會夜生活的氣氛。歐·亨利還以擅長結尾聞名遐邇，美國文學界稱之為「歐·亨利式的結尾」他善於戲劇性地設計情節，埋下伏筆，作好鋪墊，勾勒矛盾，最後在結尾處突然讓人物的心理情境發生出人意料的變化，或使主人公命運陡然逆轉，使讀者感到豁然開朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案稱奇，從而造成獨特的藝術魅力。歐·亨利把小說的靈魂全都凝聚在結尾部分，讓讀者在前的似乎是平淡無奇的而又是詼諧風趣的娓娓動聽的描述中，不知不覺地進入作者精心設置的迷宮，直到最後，忽如電光一閃，才照亮了先前隱藏著的一切，彷彿在和讀者捉迷藏，或者在玩弄障眼法，給讀者最後一個驚喜。在歐·亨利之前，其他短篇小說家也已經這樣嘗試過這種出乎意料的結局。但是歐·亨利對此運用得更為經常，更為自然，也更為純熟老到。歐·亨利給美國的短篇小說帶來新氣息，他的作品因而久享盛名，並具有世界影響。美國自1918年起「歐·亨利紀念獎」，以獎勵每年度的最佳短篇小說，由此可見其聲望之卓著。在紐約，由於大量佳作出版，他名利雙收。他不僅揮霍無度，而且好賭，好酒貪杯。寫作的勞累與生活的無節制使他的身體受到嚴重損傷。1907年，歐·亨利再婚。可惜，第二次婚姻對他來說並沒有什麼幸福可言。1910年６月３日，他病倒了。兩天後，即６月５日，與世長辭，死於肝硬化，年僅48歲。 從題材的性質來看，歐·亨利的作品大致可分為三類。一類以描寫美國西部生活為主；一類寫的是美國一些大城市的生活；一類則以拉丁美洲生活為對象。這些不同的題材，顯然與作者一生中幾個主要生活時期的不同經歷，有著密切的關系。而三類作品當中，無疑又以描寫城市生活的作品數量最多，意義最大。歐·亨利思想的矛盾和他作品的弱點，與他的創作環境有極大關系。即使在他已經成名，受到讀者廣泛歡迎的時候，他的生活也依然經常處於拮據狀態。他曾經直言不諱地說：我是為麵包而寫作的」。
㈩ 歐亨利的小說中英文對照
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