歐亨利著名短篇小說在線閱讀

⑴ 歐亨利所有的短篇小說

麥琪的禮物
愛的奉獻
警察和選美詩
財神與愛神
市政報告
幽默家自白
忙碌經紀人的浪漫史
華而不實
精確的婚姻學
虎口拔牙
公主與美洲獅
索利托場的衛生學
小熊約翰·湯姆的返視現象
慈善事業數學講座
藝術良心
雙料騙子
重新做人
提線木偶
汽車等待的時候
兩位感恩節的紳士
沒有完的故事
供應傢具的房間
女巫的麵包
最後的常春藤葉
《咖啡館里的世界公民》、《財神和愛神》、《麥琪的禮物》、《證券經紀人的浪漫故事》、《帶傢具出租的房 間》、《包打聽》、《警察與贊美詩》、《愛的犧牲》、《姑娘》、《醉翁之意》、《二十年以後》、《小熊約翰·湯姆的返祖現象》、《叢林中的孩子》、《鬧劇》、《慈善事業數學講座》、《幾位偵探》、《雙料騙子》、《綠色門》、《婚姻手冊》、《心與手》、《布萊克·比爾藏身記》、《索利托牧場的衛生學》、《吉米·海斯和繆里爾》、《催眠術家傑甫·彼得斯》、《最後一片葉子》、《華而不實》、《黃雀在後》、《提線木偶》、《五月是個結婚月》、《市政報告》、《沒有故事》、《比綿塔薄餅》、《公主與美洲獅》、《心理分析與摩天大樓》、《托尼婭的紅玫瑰》、《我們選擇的道路》、《虎口拔牙》、《刎頸之交》、《兩位感恩節的紳士》、《沒說完的故事》、《汽車等待的時候》、《生活的波折》、《女巫的麵包》等等。

⑵ 關於歐亨利的短篇小說

在小說<供應傢具的房間>里,歐·亨利藝術地把握了現實的悲劇性,使之具有了深刻的悲劇意義.這既體現了他基本的創作風格,同時又較以往的作品有所超越.

拿《供應傢具的房間》來說，換個角度寫，就是一出所謂「美國夢的幻滅」悲劇，又一個「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，而作者著眼的是「少年能聞得出心上人的味道」，兩條年青生命的消亡不可避免地帶上了傳奇色彩，遮上一層溫情的面紗。不是正面出擊要害部位，卻想一針見血，何其難哉！

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書名：歐·亨利短篇小說集

作者：[美] 歐·亨利

譯者：牛振華

豆瓣評分：8.7

出版社：上海三聯書店

出版年份：2010-1

頁數：344

內容簡介：

《歐•亨利短篇小說集》內容簡介：歐·亨利像一個有著豐富閱歷的老水手，總能很自然地將他人生中的那些精彩故事娓娓道來。這些故事如此貼近你的生活，讓你以為就發生在自己身邊。可是，在你忍不住對這種熟悉感到厭倦前，他又狠狠地給你一個出人意料的結局，然後在你的目瞪口呆中揚長而去，只留下你獨自思索，獨自流淚，獨自微笑。

作者簡介：

歐·亨利（1862－1910年），原名威廉·西德尼·波特，是美國最著名的短篇小說家之一．曾被評論界譽為「曼哈頓桂冠詩人」和「美國現代短篇小說之父」。歐·亨利善於描寫美國社會，尤其是紐約百姓的生活。他的作品構思新穎，語言詼諧，結局常常出人意料，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」。他的代表作有小說集《白菜與國王》、《四百萬》、《市聲》等，其中一些名篇如《警察與聖歌》、《聖賢的禮物》、《最後一片葉》、《帶傢具的房間》等使他獲得了世界聲譽。

⑷ 歐亨利短篇小說

讀《麥琪的禮物》有感
《麥琪的禮物》是歐·亨利寫的一篇有趣的文章。它主要講述了聖誕節的前一天，住在公寓里的貧窮的德拉想給丈夫吉姆一個驚喜，可是她只有一元八角七，她知道這點錢根本不夠買什麼好的禮物，於是她把引以自豪的褐色瀑布似的秀發剪下來，賣了，換來了20美元。找遍了各家商店，德拉花去21美元，終於買到一條樸素的白金錶鏈，這可以配上吉姆的那塊金錶。而吉姆也想給老婆一個驚喜，他同樣賣掉了引以自豪的金錶，買了德拉羨慕渴望已久的全套漂亮的梳子作聖誕禮物。
從這篇文章里，雖然表面上看他們極不明智地為了對方而犧牲了他們家各自最寶貴的東西，但我深深地感到，他們彼此深愛著對方。他們能犧牲自己最貴重的物品，為的是給對方買來最好的禮物。可是雙方賣掉了自己貴重的物品，那麼對方的禮物已經不適合自己了，而他們做這些事的時候，都是為了對方著想，根本沒有考慮自己。正是因為他們互相愛著，而且是深深地愛著對方，才會有這樣有趣的結局。
讀完這篇文章，我懂得了我們要去關愛別人，這樣別人才會愛我們，正是有了愛，人與人之間才會相互理解，人與人之間才有溫情。人與動物之間也是因為有了愛，動物才會信任人類，不傷害人類，與人類和平相處。愛的力量真的是很偉大的，有一首歌裡面就唱到了：只要人人都獻出一點愛，世界將變成美好的人間。在去年印度洋海嘯發生的時候，就有全世界各國的人民伸出援助之手，捐款捐物幫助受難的災民重建家園，使失散的親人團聚，從這件事中，我感受到了各國人民之間的純潔友誼。我相信：只要我們心中充滿愛，我們的世界會有更加美好的明天

最後一片葉子》讀後感
因這我想看到最後一片葉子掉下來，我等得不耐煩了，也想得不耐煩了，我想擺脫一切飄下去，飄下去，像一片可憐的，疲倦了的葉子那樣。
——引自《最後一片葉子》
其實，我想對你們說，別再這樣無聊下去了，學點吧，至少讓你們覺得並非無事可做。我想對你們說，抓住青春吧，別讓它從你身邊飄走。
初中三年，應該是殘酷的三年，因為它只來一次，而它來的時候，我們還不懂得人生，還沒有做好迎接它的准備。我不想你們在走出這個大門後，回首的瞬間，有著太多的失落、後悔與心酸。
或許因為一次次地失敗，你們對學習失去了信心，你們認為這一切太難太難。但即使如此，我們就可以放棄嗎？
不，為什麼要放棄！一直以來，我就以為自己的命運就得自己來主宰；一直以來，我就認為這世上的每一個生命都有權力活出自己的精彩；一直以來，我就把自己當作一個勇士，任何的驚險，我都要去嘗試；一直以來，在每一次失落、失敗後，我命令自己勇敢地站起來！
對自己的未來負責，你們想過嗎？不需要別人來畫上那一片葉子，讓我們自己對自己說：永遠都不放棄，在任何時刻！
選擇：給我自己
貝爾門，一個偉大的畫家。雖然他的大半生都窮困潦倒，走得是一條失敗之路。但他始終有個響亮的目標——畫一幅「偉大的傑作」。四十年，他都沒有因自己的失敗而放棄作畫，他一直等待著時機。
與把自己的生命寄託於一片飄搖的葉子瓊西相比，貝爾門更像一個失敗的英雄。面對他，和他用生命畫成的「傑作」，我們任何人都不得不肅然起敬。
然而，如果冷靜地思考一下，像貝爾門這樣幾乎盲目的執著卻並非可取。若沒有最後的偶然，他將是一個徹頭徹尾的可憐蟲。在這個世界上，物競天擇，適者生存，既然他在畫畫方面沒有什麼天賦，不可能有更大的發展，那就應該明智些，在活下來的前提下，更換一種新的生存方式
，努力使自己活得更出色，而不必拘泥於那沒有發展的繪畫。

學習，就像一棵樹——或許生活也是。我們不可能將每片葉子、每件事都做得很好。就像我，不可能完全地參加所有競賽，不可能把我曾經喜愛的笛子、二胡練得樣樣精通，也不可能和每一個同學交成好朋友。於是，我選擇放棄，我放棄了許多的葉子，放棄了二胡、笛子，放棄了我不能取得成功的數學競賽，但我不放棄自己。放棄一些葉子，只是為了讓有限的水分和養料開出我想要的花，結出我想要的果，只是為了讓自己的根枝長得更粗壯，讓自己有一個更有發展餘地的未來。
於是，我放棄我應該放棄的，但絕不放棄自己。
《警察與贊美詩》讀後感
當人們真正想要努力去做了，上帝偏偏又開始吝嗇了，反悔了，賴皮了。
不可否認，機遇是不等人的，它不是被動的，不會等著你去分析這，分析那，考慮這，考慮那等一系列瑣碎的事件後，再決定去做。或許它本身就是個稍縱即逝的「精靈」，它考驗的是我們的勇氣與膽量，智慧與靈魂。但也不是說，所有的事都不應該經過深思熟慮，周密安妥的進行，如果是這樣，那麼我們與遠古時代又有何分別？ 當然機遇也是需要珍惜的，需要好好利用的，碰到機遇已經是很「困難」的，要充分地徹底地去利用，卻是「難上加難」。怎樣去更好地「完善」它，是個重點。
那位警察，不是已經給了索比多次機會嗎？而索比並沒有為此去認識到什麼，只是一味地無休止地不停地為著他心中所謂的「目標」繼續扮演著生命的「小丑」，樂此不疲。而幸運的他，總在「舞台」上有寫「失足」，但終究被當作「笑料」，一笑置之。
一場「戲劇」的結束，意味著另一場「戲劇」的開演。對警察而言，只是去例行公事；對讀者而言，只是將近結尾；對生活而言，只是個小插曲；對編劇而言，是個不錯的情節；對觀眾而言，只是對得起一張票；對索比而言，是對生命的新想法地靠近，是為他先前的「無知」付出的代價，是為他不懂的珍惜從他手中逃脫，也許可以扭轉他命運的「機遇」而對其藐視所得到的教訓的最終結果。
如果他會怪任何人，那麼證明他的確活該；如果他只怪自己，那麼他就能大聲地對自己說：「三個月，也不算太久，我會珍惜並且把握住每一天的光陰。幸福，其實並沒走遠，只是我忽略了。等著吧……」
幸福，其實並沒走遠。沒錯，主宰幸福的有很多，機遇是其中的一個。不要等到上帝不耐煩了，畢竟他也有喜怒哀樂，給你個下馬威，到那時，就好象太沒「人情味」了。受苦的可是自己。
珍惜周遭的人或物，它們每天都在改變，只是我們太忙，沒看見。機遇，就好比是遇到的機會，是件好事。好好把握，將它的好處發揮至極，則是一件「美」事。一個人的生命中會有形形色色的狀況，每一個狀況所具有的意義卻是截然不同，大相徑庭。選擇不同的狀況，就會有不同的人生，不同的命運，不同的變化……所以，我們要將機遇「透明化」，完全看清，這樣，才不會誤入歧途啦。
倘若相反，結局就會如同索比：驚恐地醒悟到自己已經墜入了深淵，墮落的歲月，可恥的慾念，悲觀失望，才窮智竭，動機卑鄙。
機遇遇到卻不把握，是蠢材；不遇機遇卻懂得把握，是人才；既遇機遇又懂得把握，是天才。
《我的叔叔於勒》是莫泊桑的經典短篇小說之一，描寫了一個破落家族寄希望於遠走美國的「於勒叔叔」能夠衣錦還鄉帶來財富，然而卻在一次郊遊中偶然發現，這位親戚已經成了一名在遊船上賣牡蠣的流浪漢，從而夢幻破滅的故事。莫泊桑以嫻熟的諷刺筆法，描摹了19世紀法國社會的市井百態，文字精煉而又頗為傳神。

《兩位感恩節的紳士》故事講了兩位美國紳士——其中一人根本不能稱之為紳士，他只能說是一個常年受飢餓折磨的窮人。在他們之間有個奇怪的約定——每年感恩節，窮人便會坐在聯邦廣場噴水池對面人行道旁邊東入口右面的第三條長凳上，等待著老紳士的到來。老紳士來了之後，會帶這位飢腸轆轆的窮人飽餐一頓。這就是他們之間神聖的約定。對老紳士而言，一頓飯錢簡直微不足道，但是，他卻從其中找到了助人的樂趣。而窮人的目的也並不完全是在於那頓豐盛的飯菜，更重要的是能使一位老人如自己所願。
這個傳統延續了九年之久，第十年的感恩節，窮人照慣例走在去約會地點的路上。可出乎意料的事發生了。半路上，窮人被一幢住宅的管家請進了門，並可以享受一頓豐盛的大餐。原來住宅的主人——兩位老太太，也有一個奇怪的傳統——在正午把第一個飢餓的路人請進門，讓他大吃大喝，飽餐一頓。飢餓的窮人抵擋不住事物的誘惑，暢開肚子，吃了起來。當他心滿意足地走出住宅時，才想起了和老紳士的約定。但他還是如約與老紳士碰了面。老紳士將他帶到了一處餐廳，窮人為了不掃老紳士的興，只能裝作飢餓難奈地狼吞虎咽起來。盡管窮人那時只剩下挪動身子和呼吸的確力氣了。窮人吃完後，老紳士付了帳，兩人便道了別。
故事的結局是——兩人在回家的路上都暈了過去，被送進了醫院。窮人是因為吃得太撐，幾乎撐破了胃，而老紳士，一位在前些日子還家財萬貫的富翁則是因為三天三夜沒有吃東西，身體脫虛，而在路上倒了下來。
讀這篇文章就好像是在嚼一隻橄欖，甜味中帶了一絲酸澀，讓人在漠然一笑之後，思索良久。
文中的主人公，充其量不過是兩個「小人物」，然而反映初等推己及人，相濡以沫的人性魅力卻是那些「大人物」，「權貴們」所無法匹敵的。
那位老紳士在身上只剩下一點錢的情況下，完全可以不去赴約，但是他看重的不是金錢，而是誠信，他寧可餓死也不願意食言。相比如今社會上一些只要自己利益受到損害就不擇手段的人來說，老紳士的人性魅力顯露無遺。再看那個窮人，盡管吃不飽穿不暖，沒有受什麼教育，但是他比任何受過良好教育的「權貴」都充滿魅力 ——那是人性的魅力，他可以對老紳士說自己已經飽了，可他為了圓老紳士的心願，咬緊牙關，把飯菜吃得乾乾凈凈。也許這很可笑，可是卻是不是多麼偉大，多麼令人欽佩！
讀了這篇文章，我知道了人性的偉大力量，我也立志要像那兩個紳士一樣，不求活得轟轟烈烈，但求真真實實，充滿意義，有所追求！！！
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⑸ 誰能推薦幾篇歐亨利短篇小說

《最後一片葉子》《白菜與國王》、《四百萬》、
《命運之路》、《愛的犧牲》、《警察與贊美詩》、《帶傢具出租的房間》、《麥琪的禮物》、
《最後一片藤葉》、《包打聽》、《財神和愛神》、
《證券經紀人的浪漫故事》、《沒有完的故事》、
《黃雀在後》

⑹ 《歐·亨利短篇小說選》pdf下載在線閱讀全文，求百度網盤雲資源

《歐·亨利短篇小說選》（[美] 歐·亨利）電子書網盤下載免費在線閱讀

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

書名：歐·亨利短篇小說選

作者：[美] 歐·亨利

譯者：王楫

豆瓣評分：8.5

出版社：譯林出版社

出版年份：2010-12-1

頁數：293

內容簡介：

歐·亨利是20世紀初期美國著名短篇小說家,發表了近三百篇短篇小說,作品內容貼近群眾生活,篇幅短小精悍,情節引人入勝,語言富於藝術表現力,甚為讀者喜愛,他被譽為「美國的莫泊桑」。他的一些名篇,如《賢人的禮物》(舊譯《麥琪的禮物》)、《警察和贊美詩》、《最後一片藤葉》等,不愧為短篇小說的傑作，本選集選譯了四十二篇。

作者簡介：

歐·亨利（O'Henry, 1862-1910）是享有國際聲譽的美國短篇小說家，被稱為「短篇小說大王」、世界三位短篇小說大師之一。一生共創作短篇小說近300篇。他的小說情節生動，結構緊湊，故事奇特，可讀性強，而且經常有一個別出心裁、令人意想不到的結尾。他這種獨特的創作風格，對美國現代短篇小說影響很大，在文學史上佔有不容忽視的地位。

⑺ 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

⑻ 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。

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書名：歐·亨利短篇小說精選

作者：[美] 歐·亨利

譯者：崔爽

豆瓣評分：8.2

出版社：浙江文藝出版社

出版年份：2015-1

頁數：320

內容簡介：

《歐·亨利短篇小說精選》精選了歐·亨利二十九篇短篇小說代表作：被人們所熟知的《麥琪的禮物》、《最後一片葉子》、《帶傢具出租的房間》……充滿神秘色彩的《綠色之門》、《托賓的手相》……拜金主義背景下發生的《財神與愛神》、《擦亮的燈》……

他的故事展現出令人啼笑皆非的悲憫、獨特的幽默和不到最後一秒絕對猜不到的結局，帶給您拍案叫絕的讀書體驗。它們描繪了歐·亨利那廣闊的世界，從他摯愛的紐約街道，到國界以南充滿異域風情的地方。

歐·亨利的作品將會一直成為好故事的典範。

作者簡介

作者簡介：

[美]歐·亨利，（1862.9.11－1910.6.5）原名威廉·西德尼·波特，20世紀初美國著名短篇小說家。以「歐·亨利」的筆名發表了大量的短篇小說，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」，是世界三大短篇小說大師之一。以「含淚微笑」的創作風格，出人意料的「歐·亨利式結尾」而聞名於世。他的一生十分傳奇，曾做過葯劑師、畫家、出納員，歌手、演員、記者等多種職業，並一度入獄，服刑期間認真寫作，後成為職業作家，共留下一部長篇小說和近三百篇的短篇小說作品。

崔爽，1984年出生在長沙的山東人，十歲起開始定居廣東。本科畢業於廣東外語外貿大學的高級翻譯專業，後進入英國蘭卡斯特大學攻讀碩士學位。伊甸園字幕組元老，擁有8年資深美劇翻譯經驗。參與翻譯的主要代表作品：《越獄》《冰與火之歌》