歐亨利短篇小說英語原文

A. 歐亨利的the man higher up中文譯文

歐亨利的《the man higher up》中文譯文如下：

《黃雀在後》

在普羅文薩諾飯店的一個角落裡，我們一面吃義大利面，傑夫·彼得斯一面向我解釋三種不同類型的騙局。

每年冬天，傑夫總要到紐約來吃面條，他裹著厚厚的灰鼠皮大衣在東河看卸貨，把一批芝加哥制的衣服囤積在富爾頓街的鋪子里。其餘三季，他在紐約以西——他的活動范圍是從斯波坎到坦帕。他時常誇耀自己的行業，並用一種嚴肅而獨特的倫理哲學加以支持和衛護。他的行業並不新奇，他本人就是一個沒有資本的股份無限公司，專門收容他同胞們的不安分守己的愚蠢的金錢。

傑夫每年到這個高樓大廈的蠻荒中來度他那寂寞的假期，這時候，他喜歡吹吹他那豐富的閱歷，正如孩子喜歡在日落時分的樹林里吹口哨一樣。因此，我在日歷上標出他來紐約的日期，並且同普羅文薩諾飯店接洽好，在花哨的橡皮盆景和牆上那幅什麼宮廷畫之間的角落裡為我們安排一張酒跡斑斑的桌子。

「有兩種騙局，」傑夫說，「應當受到法律的取締.我指的是華爾街的投機和盜竊。」

「取締其中的一項，幾乎人人都會同意。」我笑著說。

「嗯，盜竊也應當取締。」傑夫說，我不禁懷疑我剛才的一笑是否多餘。

「約莫三個月前，」傑夫說，「我有幸結識剛才提到的兩類非法藝術的代表人物，我同時結交了一個竊賊協會的會員和一個金融界的約翰·台·拿破崙。」

「那倒是有趣的結合。」我打了個呵欠說。「我有沒有告訴過你，上星期我在拉馬波斯河岸一槍打到了一隻鴨子和一隻地松鼠？」我很知道怎麼打開傑夫的話匣子。

「彼文鎮的人出乎意外地抓住了我和比爾，開始同我談起並非和果樹完全無關的話題。領頭的一些人把馬車上的挽繩穿在我坎肩的袖孔里，帶我去看他們的花園和果園。

「他們的果樹長得不合標簽上的規格。大多數變成了柿樹和山茱萸，間或有一兩叢檞樹和白楊。唯一有結果跡象的是一棵茁壯的小白楊，那上面掛著一個黃蜂窩和半件女人的破背心。

「彼文鎮的人就這樣作了毫無結果的巡視，然後把我帶到鎮邊上，他們抄走我的表和錢作為抵帳，又扣下比爾和馬車作為抵押。他們說，只要一株山茱萸長出一顆六月早桃，我就可以領回我的物品。然後，他們抽出挽繩，吩咐我向落基山脈那面滾蛋，我便象劉易斯和克拉克那樣，直奔那片河流滔滔,森林茂密的地區。

「等我神志清醒過來時，我發覺自己正走向聖菲鐵路線上的一個不知名的小鎮。彼文鎮的人把我的口袋完全搜空了，只留下一塊嚼煙——他們並不想置我於死地——這救了我的命。我嚼著煙草，坐在鐵路旁邊的一堆枕木上，以恢復我的思索能力和智慧。

(1)歐亨利短篇小說英語原文擴展閱讀

《the man higher up（黃雀在後）》描述的是一個坑蒙拐騙的能手----傑夫的故事，這個人在歐亨利的一系列作品中都扮演著能乾的騙子角色。他在這個故事中結識了盜竊能手比爾和投機能手裡克斯，三個人各自主張自己的行業是最有本事的。後來，傑夫靠他的拿手本領騙走了小偷比爾偷來的五千塊錢，而這五千塊錢最終還是被裡克斯用不值錢的股票給套走了。

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。

歐·亨利創作的短篇小說共有300多篇，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。

B. 請問這是歐亨利的哪本小說

作品目錄及譯名(部分):

"Girl" 「姑娘」
「Next To Reading Matter」「醉翁之意」
"What You Want"
An Adjustment of Nature
After Twenty Years 二十年以後
An Afternoon Miracle
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
Best-Seller
Between Rounds 鬧劇
A Bird Of Bagdad
A Blackjack Bargainer
Blind Man's Holiday
The Brief Debut of Tildy
Buried Treasure
By Courier
The Caballero's Way
The Cactus
Caliph
The Cupid and the Clock
A Call Loan
The Call Of The Tame
Calloway's Code
The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 慈善事業數學講座
A Chaparral Christmas Gift
A Chaparral Prince
Christmas by Injunction
The Coming-Out of Maggie
Compliments Of The Season
Confessions of a Humorist
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
Cupid a la Carte
The Day Resurgent
The Detective Detector 幾位偵探
The Dog and the Playlet
A Double-dyed Deceiver 雙料騙子
The Duel
The Duplicity of Hargraves
The Fifth Wheel
From the Cabby's Seat
The Furnished Room 帶傢具出租的房間
Georgia's Ruling
The Gift of the Magi 麥琪的禮物
The Girl And The Graft
The Girl And The Habit
The Gold That Glittered
The Green Door 綠色門
The Handbook of Hymen 婚姻手冊
He Also Serves
The Head-Hunter
Hearts and Crosses
Hearts and Hands 心與手
The Hiding of Black Bill 布萊克·比爾藏身記
The Higher Abdication
The Higher Pragmatism
Hygeia at the Solito 索利托牧場的衛生學
The Hypotheses of Failure
The Indian Summer of Dry Valley Johnson
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
A Little Local Colour
A Little Talk About Mobs
Lost on Dress Parade 華而不實
The Love-Philtre of Ikey Schoenstein
Madame Bo-peep of the Ranches
Mammon and the Archer 愛神與財神
Man About Town
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 Matter of Mean Elevation
Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
The Missing Chord
The Moment of Victory
A Municipal Report 市政報告
A Newspaper Story
A Night In New Arabia
No Story
One Dollar's Worth
Out of Nazareth
Past One At Rodney's
The Pimienta Pancakes 比綿塔薄餅
The Poet And The Peasant
A Poor Rule
The Princess and the Puma 公主與美洲獅
Proof Of The Pudding
Psyche And The Pskyscraper 心理分析與摩天大樓
A Ramble In Aphasia
The Ransom of Mack
The Ransom of Red Chief
The Red Roses of Tonia 托尼婭的紅玫瑰
The Reformation of Calliope
The Roads We Take 我們選擇的道路
The Robe Of Peace
The Romance of a Busy Broker 證券經紀人的浪漫故事
The Rose of Dixie
Round The Circle
The Rubber Plant's Story
Rus in Urbe
A Sacrifice Hit
Schools and Schools
Seats of the Haughty
A Service of Love 愛的犧牲
Shearing The Wolf 虎口拔牙
Sisters of the Golden Circle
The Skylight Room
The Snow Man
Sociology in Serge and Straw
The Song and the Sergeant
The Sparrows in Madison Square
The Sphinx Apple
Springtime a la Carte
Strictly Business
Suite Homes and their Romance
Supply and Demand
A Technical Error
Telemachus, Friend 刎頸之交
The Theory and the Hound
Thimble Thimble
The Things The Play
The Third Ingredient
To Him Who Waits
Tobin's Palm
Tommy's Burglar
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 兩位感恩節的紳士
An Unfinished Story 沒說完的故事
The Unknown Quantity
The Venturers
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
The World and the Door

《歐·亨利短篇小說經典》
目錄：
譯序
警察與贊美詩
帶傢具的房間
托賓的掌紋
表琪的禮物
二十年後
最後一片常春藤葉
財神與愛神
失算
五月是個結婚月
艾基·舍恩斯坦的春葯
心理分析與摩天大樓
失語症患者逍遙記
一筆通知放款
好漢的妙計
剪狼毛
決斗
各有所長的結局
部長的良策
幾位偵探
一千元
幽境過客
「真凶」
伯爵和婚禮的客人
無緣
似戲非戲
尋找巧遇的人
托尼婭的紅玫瑰
生活的波折
賣冤讎
多情女的麵包

找不到你想要的 我不確定我看的短篇裡面有沒你說的這個故事了 很多年前了

C. 求歐亨利的The Count and the Wedding Guest的譯文

轉載：歐亨利短篇小說《伯爵與婚禮上的來客》
董洪川譯
一天晚上，安迪·多拉萬在其寄宿處第二大街進餐時，司各特夫人給他介紹了一位新來的寄宿者。她是位年輕的女人，名叫康韋。康韋屬於小個兒，沒什麼引人注目之處。她穿一套素淡的棕黃色衣服，無精打彩地埋頭盯著自己的菜盤。她抬起頭，朝多拉萬先投去清楚的審視的一瞥，目光中帶著羞怯。她十分禮貌地小聲地詢問他尊姓大名。之後她又埋頭吃自己的羊肉。多拉萬先生斯文地點點頭，臉上露出微笑。這一舉動立即使他的社會、政治身份抬高了許多，而把那位穿棕黃色套服的姑娘拒之千里之外。
兩周後，安迪正坐在門前石級上悠然自得地抽著煙。他身後高處傳來一陣柔和的沙沙聲，安迪轉過頭去——把頭調了過去。是康韋，剛剛出門。她身著黑色套裝——薄薄的黑紗。她的帽子也是黑色的。帽子上搭一塊烏黑的面紗，薄如蜘蛛網。她站在最高的石級上，戴上一雙黑色的手套。她的衣服上沒有一點白色或任何別的顏色。
她那濃密的金發筆直梳下，沒有一點卷紋，在脖子上打一個結，光滑、潤澤、發亮。她容貌平平，說不上美麗。但現在她那雙大眼睛凝視著街對面房子的上空，臉上表情憂郁感人；這表情使那張面孔幾乎接近美麗動人了。
總的印象是，姑娘——著一身黑紗，你知道，喜歡黑色——噢，黑紗——就這個。著一身黑衣，還有那極目遠望，憂郁悲傷的神情；還有那黑面紗下烏黑發亮的頭發（你當然該是位金發女郎羅。）；而且似乎在極力給別人一種感覺，就是盡管你年輕的生命已飽嘗挫折之苦，似乎將象進行三級跳遠一樣而一越生命之門。
但去公園里散散步會於你有好處，而且就是此時此刻，在戶外隨便走一走，還有——噢，對她們而言，隨時這樣做都有好處的。然而這太殘忍了，看我，多麼庸俗世故，是嗎？居然這樣談論服喪。多拉萬先生突然又把康韋小姐列入了他心中考慮之列。
他扔掉手上那仍還有1英寸的香煙。這煙本來還可供他足4夠地享受八分鍾。他迅速地把注意重心轉到他低開口的膝皮鞋。
「真是一個美麗、晴朗的傍晚，康韋小姐。」他說，而且如果氣象局能聽到他那語調中的那信心十足的強調口吻，恐怕會絞起那塊方的白色的信號旗，並將它釘在柱桿上。
「對於那些有心欣賞的人而言，天氣確實不錯。多拉萬先生。」康韋小姐說道，嘆了一口氣。
多拉萬先生在心裡暗暗罵這好天氣。真是不解人意的天氣呵！應該下冰雹、下雪、刮風、下雨這才與康韋小姐的心情一致呀！
「我希望你的親戚沒有——我希望你沒有蒙受任何不幸？」多拉萬大著膽子探路。
「死神已經降臨，」康韋小姐說，後猶豫了一會——「不是親戚，而是一個——但我不願讓我的痛苦來打擾你的生活，多拉萬先生。」
「打擾？」多拉萬反問一句，「為什麼這樣說呢？康韋小姐，我會很樂意的，我的意思是，我將會很同情——我是想說，沒有任何人比我更真心地同情你的遭遇了。」
康韋小姐臉上浮出一絲笑意。哦，這笑比她的沉默更加令人傷心。「你笑，世界與你同笑；你哭，世界也送給你笑。」她引用了一句名言。「我知道這道理，先生。在這個城市，我舉目無親，但你對我真好。我內心十分感激你。」在飯桌上，他曾兩次遞給她胡椒粉。
「在紐約，舉目無親是寸步難行的——這是肯定的。」多拉萬先生說，「但，話說回來——當這個古老的小城友善起來，不再緊張，那恐怕就要完了。你去公園散散步，康韋小姐——難道你不認為這樣去散散步會使你感覺好些嗎？假如你允許我——」
「謝謝你，多拉萬先生。如果你認為一個心情憂郁悲傷的人還能給你一點愉快的話，我十分樂意接受你的陪伴。」他們並肩而行，穿過敞開的，破舊的鐵門，步入市中央的公園。這里曾是特權集團遊玩之地。在公園里，他們找到了一塊幽靜之處——一條長凳。青年人的憂傷與老年人的憂傷不同；青年人的憂傷會因別人的分享而減少，而老年人卻可盡量分給別人，但那憂傷絲毫不解。
「他是我的未婚夫，」一個小時過去了，康韋終於吐露出心中秘密。「我們打算明年春天結婚。我不想讓你認為我在捉弄你。但，多拉萬先生，他是一個真正的伯爵。他在義大利有財產和一座城堡。他叫弗蘭多·馬齊尼伯爵。我從未發現他身上有一點雅味。父親反對，當然羅，而且我們曾私奔，但父親把我們截了回來。我暗地想，父親和弗蘭多會發生一場激戰。父親有一個特別的服裝公司——在蒲基比，你知道這地方。」
「最終，父親同意了，好了，他說我們可在明年完婚。弗蘭多給父親出示頭銜證明和財產證明，然後他回義大利去為我們完婚打理城堡。父親心中很高興。當弗蘭多想給我幾千美金買嫁妝時，父親狠狠地責備了他一頓。父親甚至不允許我接受弗蘭多的一枚戒指或其它任何禮物。當他啟航回義大利後，我便動身來到這個城市，想找份工作，結果在一家糖果店干出納。
「三天前，我收到一封義大利來信，由蒲基比轉來的。信中說，弗蘭多在一次沉船事故中遇難。」
「這便是我穿喪服的原因。我的心，多拉萬先生，將永遠隨他葬入墳墓。我知道自己是位不稱職的陪伴，多拉萬先生，可我實在無法對任何人產生興趣。我不應該剝奪你的歡樂，使你離開那些滿臉笑容給你愉快的朋友。也許你還是寧願返回住處去吧？」
告訴你們吧，年輕的姑娘們，如果你想親眼看看一個青年男子肩扛鐵鎬鐵鏟沖鋒陷陣的話，請告訴他你的心已在另一個男人的墳墓里。
青年男人是天生的「盜墓者」，不信可隨便問一位寡婦。必須得想方設法替那位穿黑喪衣的天使修復那失去的器官才行。無論從那方面講，死人必然是最倒霉的。
「我萬分遺憾。」多拉萬先生說，聲音很溫柔，「不，我們還不該回住處去。康韋小姐，千萬別說你在這個城市舉目無親。我非常遺憾。我希望你相信，我就是你的朋友，我內心為你深感遺憾。」
「在我項鏈下的金屬盒裡有他的照片。」康韋小姐邊說邊用手帕擦著眼睛，「我從未給任何人看過，但我願給你看看，多拉萬先生。因為我相信你是真正的朋友。」
康韋打開盒子，多拉萬先生懷著極大的興趣久久地望著那照片。馬齊尼伯爵有一張充滿魅力的臉，和藹、機智、聰明，幾乎說得上瀟灑——這是一張屬於強悍，歡樂的男人的面孔。他或許該是個頭目。
「我還有一張更大的，鑲在鏡框里放在家中。」康韋小姐說，「當我們回去時，我拿給你看。這便是我所擁有的能讓我記起弗蘭多的一切東西。盡管如此，他將永遠活在我心中，這一點千真萬確。」
多拉萬先生面臨一個精細而微妙的工作——那便是把不幸的伯爵從康韋小姐心中擠出去。干這個，是出於對康韋小姐的傾慕。但這項巨大的工作並未使他感到沉重。一個充滿同情心而又讓人愉快的朋友正是他所要扮演的角色；而且他扮演的是如此的成功以致於半小時後他們已經對面而坐，在兩盒冰淇淋的陪伴下深情地相互傾吐心裡話了，雖然康韋小姐那雙灰褐色大眼睛裡面的憂郁絲毫未減。
那天晚上，他們在大廳里分手之前，她急步跑上樓去抱下那幅更大的照片。照片鑲在鏡框里，用一條白色的絲綢圍巾精心地裹在鏡框周圍；多拉萬先生仔細看著這照片，眼裡露出迷惘的神情。
「這是他去義大利之前的那個晚上留給我的。」康韋小姐說，「我的金盒子里的那張就是由這張縮洗出來的。」
「一位瀟灑的男子漢。」多拉萬親切地說道，「康韋小姐，下星期天下午陪我去趟康萊怎樣？」
一個月後，他們向司各特太太和其它寄宿者宣布他們已定婚。康韋小姐仍然穿著一身黑色衣服。這是他們宣布定婚一周後，兩人坐在城市中央公園那一條長凳上。月光下，搖曳的樹葉在地上投下昏暗不清的影子。多拉萬臉上整天都掛著一副莫名其妙的沮喪像。今夜他是一言不發，弄得他的情人實在憋不住湧上心頭的疑問：「怎啦？安迪？你今晚怎麼這樣嚴肅？怎麼這樣多怨氣呢？」
「沒事兒，瑪吉。」
「騙不了我，我難道這都看不出來嗎？你以前從來都不像這個樣子。到底怎麼回事？」
「無關緊要的，瑪吉。」
「有關緊要。不管什麼，我都想知道。我敢打賭你一定在想其它女孩子。不過沒關系。如果你想她，你為什麼不去找她？如果你願意，請把手臂拿開。」「好吧，我講給你聽。」安迪機靈一動，說道，「但我猜你是不會完全明白的。你一定聽說過麥克·薩利萬，是嗎？『大麥克』·薩利萬。大家都這樣稱他。」「沒有，我從沒聽說過，」瑪吉說，「我也不願意聽到這個名字，如果是它使你變得這樣的話。他是誰？」「他是整個紐約市最魁梧的男人。」安迪說道，口氣幾乎接近恭敬。和坦慕尼協會①或政界的任何一個古老勢力一起，他想干什麼就可干什麼。他身材高大，肩寬若伊斯特河。你如果說了他的壞話，兩秒鍾之內你就會遭到百萬人的攻擊。不是么，他訪問了一個古老的部落，片刻回來，首領們就像兔子一樣乖乖地躲進了自己的洞里。
[坦慕尼協會：紐約市有實力的民主黨組織。]
「告訴你吧，大麥克是鄙人的一個朋友。雖然我個頭小，也沒什麼影響，但麥克對小個頭或窮人與對大個頭或富人完全一樣。今天我在波法立碰見他。你猜他幹啥？走過來與我緊緊握手！『安迪』，他說，『我一直都在打聽你的情況，你現在已四處都有些影響了，我為此十分驕傲。你喝點什麼？』他摸出一支香煙，我來了一杯威士忌。我告訴他我將在兩周後結婚。」「安迪，」他說，「請送一份請柬給我。這樣我才會放在心上，不會忘記。我將來參加你的婚禮。」這是麥克對我講的，而他是一個十分遵守諾言的人。「你不明白的，瑪吉，但我願為麥克來參加我的婚禮而砍下一隻手。這必將是我終身最為輝煌的日子。如果麥克去參加一個男人的婚禮，就意味著這個男人結婚成家後該過平靜的生活。哦，這就是為什麼今晚或許我顯得有些沮喪的緣故……。」
「那你為什麼不請他呢？如果他對於今後的家庭平靜生活是這般重要。」瑪吉說，聲音很輕很輕。
「我不請他，有原因的。」安迪傷心地說，「他絕對不能參加我們的婚禮是有緣由的，別再追問了，實在無可奉告。」
「噢，我不會介意的，」瑪吉說，「那肯定是一些與政治相關的事。但這不是你對我板著面孔的理由。」
安迪脫口而出：「瑪吉，在你的心目中，我和你的——和馬齊尼伯爵有同等重要嗎？」
他等了好長一段時間。然而，瑪吉卻沒有回答。突然，她仰頭靠著他的肩膀，放聲大哭起來——哭得整個身體都在抽痙、不停地顫抖。她緊緊地抓住他的胳膊，淚水淌下雙頰，濕透了她的黑喪服。
「好啦！好啦！別這樣。」安迪安慰道，把自己的苦惱拋在一邊。「現在好些了嗎？」
「安迪，」瑪吉抽泣著說，「我在你面前撒了謊，你永遠也不會娶我的了，也不會再愛我了。但是，我想我該把事情給你講清楚。其實，安迪，伯爵是根本連一根小指頭都沒有的事。在我一生中也從沒有過相好的異性，而其它女孩子都有過；並且她們都常常把那些事掛在嘴邊；
好像這樣會使男人更加愛她們。還有，安迪，我穿著黑衣服看上去有些氣派——這你是很清楚的。因此我去了一家照像館，買了那張照片；又專門為了小金盒縮制了那張小的。自己又編造了一個關於一位伯爵以及他被害的故事。這樣我才可全身穿黑色套服。我知道，沒有人會愛一個撒謊者，你一定會拋棄我。安迪，我會為此恥辱而去死。上帝，在這世上，我唯有曾經愛過你一個男人——就這些。」
但是，她發現不但沒被攤開，反而被安迪的手臂摟得更緊了。她抬起頭來，望著他。只見他臉上疑雲已散，堆滿笑容了。
「你，你能原諒我嗎，安迪？」
「當然能，」安迪毫不含糊。「這是完全可以理解的。身穿黑衣為紀念去世的伯爵，你已解決了一切問題，瑪吉。我滿懷希望。希望你在婚禮前把一切都處理好，寶貝。」
「安迪，」瑪吉說，笑得有些靦腆，她已完全確信對方原諒了她。「你還相信關於伯爵的全部故事嗎？」
「噢，在很大程度上是可信的。」安迪邊說邊伸手去摸煙盒，「因為你那小金盒子里的照片正是大麥克·薩利萬的。」

D. 誰知道歐亨利的短篇小說《最後一片樹葉》全部內容

歐亨利的短篇小說《最後一片葉子》的全部內容是：

《最後一片葉子》描寫的是華盛頓貧民窟的兩個年青的畫家蘇和瓊西同她們的鄰居貝爾曼之間發生的故事。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)歐亨利短篇小說英語原文擴展閱讀：

《最後一片葉子》的創作背景：

1860年，美國工業生產處於世界第四位。到1892年，美國工業產值已經躍居世界第一，其間，美國的社會總產值翻了五番。

這一切都極大地促進了美國城市的迅速發展，使得美國從一個以農村和農業為主的國家變成了一個以城市和工業為主的國家。

到1920年，美國己經有一半的人口生活在城市中，這就是人們通常所說的美國的城市化。城市的發展成為一種無法限制和不可逆轉的趨勢，不斷增長的城市人口大多數蝸居在廉價的出租房裡。

美國是世界上貧富間鴻溝最深的國家之一。美國社會的快速發展造成資本的集中和社會底層人民的貧困，而中下層人民的大量破產以及失業大軍的不斷擴大。

都導致了美國社會的階級矛盾不斷尖銳化和表面化。因此，廣大的美國民眾對所謂民主社會產生了懷疑和失望，他們曾為消滅蓄奴制而進行了流血戰爭，本以為消滅了蓄奴制。

美國就會成為世界上最民主的國家。但事實遠非如此，美國不但沒有成為人人享有民主、自由、幸福權利的天堂，而且成了世界上貧富鴻溝最深的國家之一。

E. 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

F. 歐亨利短篇小說英文簡介。

麥琪的禮物
A poor husband and wife to each other in time to send holiday gifts and gone to great pains to present the final show no use: to sell a gold watch for his wife bought a comb, a hair cut for her husband bought a watch chain root. Nick was "The Gift of the Magi," the plot is not complicated, the authors used the coincidence of suspense and make the uncomplicated plot is full of changes and attractive: the advent of Christmas, a pair of husband and wife at the expense of the poor own the most valuable The other things to buy a useful gift is no longer a story of suspense set of circumstances and coincidence to the readers to look forward to unexpected and a sense of feeling in order to praise the purity of the heroine's love, reflects the human side of the United States.

O. Henry

Saer Dan said: "What is love, love is boundless tolerance, some things can bring joy. Love is the goodwill of the unconscious, of the total self-forgetting." Novelist O. Henry "The Gift of the Magi "Told the true meaning of love. A couple of small Christmas comes, the two sides are well-prepared not to find a gift for her husband Jim to his wife's hair with a comb, to sell his gold watch, bought a comb, his wife and Germany In order to pull her husband's gold watch to sell their hair, bought a watch chain, when they gift each other, found themselves ready to present the other side is not needed, not a matter of fact, they have been more than a comb and watch chain precious gift - Love.

Some people have said that the true meaning of love is given and not obtained. In the novel, the heroine la sobbed several times, but this is not the aggrieved tears, but tears of confusion, she did not know what to give her husband a Christmas present to send her money is too little less, a total of Only seven angle of 11 cents a piece, which she would like to buy and that's the price of gold watch chain far worse, how to do this Leila her down, crying, she had decided to bring her to work with the Greek Pakistan's jewelry looks beautiful hair sold only able to buy a watch chain that is also why her husband Jim in order to buy a la comb, and that piece of King Solomon is jealous enough to blowing a beard stare of a gold watch sold Before they buy a set of combs. Some people may say: "What a pity ah!" But more people in envy: "good people! More than happy!"

Wa Xifu "love" in the show such a point of view: Love is the highest state of each other's well-being for their own well-being.

"Jim and truly la this point, this is a comb la favorite for a long time but should not have to drive things, the watch chain is Jim phase for a long time but dare not wish for anything, in order for them to the other side The desire to achieve, give up their most precious things, this is how the realm of high-ah! That their sincere love is pure merit serious consideration. The world needs love, dedication, we also need to love in the hearts of each should be There is love, not only for themselves, other people, their life should be so.

A spring sowing, harvesting spring, gave us love it! Let love be the main theme of our lives

G. 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

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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.