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4.21 AVERAGE
4.21 AVERAGE
The short story ‘The Nightingale and the Rose’ by Oscar Wilde is absolutely bursting with meanings - about love, about greed, about sacrifice, about beauty, about the power of emotional imagination vs. hard-eyed dispassionate materialism - but it will tear your heart to pieces in reading it. Omg. I have been pierced to my soul.
Oscar Wilde’s story illustrates simply and succinctly the glory and dangers of love. But the architecture and writing in these 9 pages also puts the reader right there, into the nightingale’s world view, seeing her sweet nature, feeling her sweet nature, deeply arousing the reader’s sympathy and immediate love for the brave little bird. As I read, I petted my own dear little kitty, asleep in my lap. She burst into purring, much like the nightingale did, trilling out her love song. My heart was full.
Quote:
”She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river-pale as the feet of the morning, and silvere as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree”
“And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose.”
That is where the grief begins, gentler reader. Omg, omg.
I also saw that Oscar put in his little joke. Metaphysics, indeed. Shutup.
Oscar Wilde’s story illustrates simply and succinctly the glory and dangers of love. But the architecture and writing in these 9 pages also puts the reader right there, into the nightingale’s world view, seeing her sweet nature, feeling her sweet nature, deeply arousing the reader’s sympathy and immediate love for the brave little bird. As I read, I petted my own dear little kitty, asleep in my lap. She burst into purring, much like the nightingale did, trilling out her love song. My heart was full.
Quote:
”She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river-pale as the feet of the morning, and silvere as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree”
“And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose.”
That is where the grief begins, gentler reader. Omg, omg.
I also saw that Oscar put in his little joke. Metaphysics, indeed. Shutup.
dark
reflective
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
emotional
informative
inspiring
sad
fast-paced
The student looked up from the grass and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying, for he only knew the things that are written in books. But the oak tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches.
"Sing me one last song," he whispered. "I'll be lonely when you're gone."
Aug 20, 18
I love Oscar Wilde's writing so much. This story had such beautiful and vivid imagery.
It's a sad yet meaningful story. I praise it for the beauty of the language, it's a story that remains in you forever
I’m not even sure about how many times I’ve had read this book… definitely one of my favorite fairytales I guess this is the one that made me a sucker for beautiful sad stories.
“Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood.”
“Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood.”