本书共分为美国经典名篇和英国经典名篇两部分，共收录名篇20篇，每篇包括正文、导读、语言要点和赏析四个部分，还另附了部分翻译和附加阅读。读者在欣赏优美语言的同时，还可提高文学修养。“伟大的解放者”林肯总统的《葛底斯堡演讲》，体现了“民有、民治、民享”理念；肯尼迪总统的《就职演说》，时而如小桥流水，娓娓动听，时而似晴空霹雳，雷霆万钧；马丁·路德·金的传世之作《我有一个梦想》中的排比句式振聋发聩，动人心魄；培根的《论学习》更是家喻户晓，剖析哲理头头是道，格言警句比比皆是。

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作者：朱立华编著ISBN：10位[7310028090]13位[9787310028092]

出版社：南开大学出版社

出版日期：2007-11-1

定价：￥22.00元

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开 本： 16开

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装 帧： 平装

所属分类：语言>英语教学>雅思

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英语经典名篇乃英美文化之瑰宝，阅读和欣赏这些传世之作，既可掌握语言层面的字词句篇知识，亦可了解超语言层面的诸如社会生活、宗教文化以及风土人情等背景知识，可谓一石二鸟。

本书所收录的短篇小说代表了诸多流派的不同风格特点，读者可以领略到鲜明的时代特征和独特的艺术风格。欧·亨利的《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》带给读者的是“含泪的笑”；莎奇的《潘可坦德夫人打虎记》对上层社会的讽刺淋漓尽致、入木三分；“侦探小说的鼻祖”爱伦·坡的怪诞小说《黑猫》宣扬了神秘主义；西奥多·德莱塞的《失去的菲比》体现了自然主义；欧文的《瑞普·凡·温克尔》具有传奇色彩；霍桑的《牧师的黑面纱》具有神秘色彩；詹姆斯·乔伊斯的短篇小说《阿拉比》，体现了“意识流”创作风格；斯蒂芬·克莱恩的《新娘来到黄天镇》体现了“印象派”创作手法；杰克·伦敦的《白色寂静》体现了美国自然主义流派；幽默大师马克·吐温的《卡拉维拉县驰名的跳蛙》再现了美国现实主义生活；“硬汉子”海明威的创作风格深深地打上了“迷惘的一代”作家菲兹杰拉德的烙印；“言情大师”劳伦斯的《马贩子的女儿》和女权主义作家肖邦的《一小时的故事》也是不可或缺的佳作。

本书的读者对象包括英语专业学生以及广大英语爱好者，可以为他们搭建一个阅读、欣赏英语经典名篇的平台。

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英语经典名篇乃英美文化之瑰宝，阅读和欣赏这些传世之作，既可掌握语言层面的字词句篇知识，亦可了解超语言层面的诸如社会生活、宗教文化以及风土人情等背景知识，可谓一石二鸟。本书共分为美国经典名篇和英国经典两部分，共收录名篇20篇，每篇包括正文、导读、语言要点和赏析四部分。

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PARTONEAMERICANCLASSICS

ADDRESSATGETTYSBURG

亚伯拉罕·林肯

INAUGURALADDRESS

约翰·F.肯尼迪

IHAVEADREAM

马丁·路德·金

RIPVANWINKLE-APOSTHUMOUSWRITINGOFDIEDRICHKNICKERBOCKER

华盛顿·欧文

THEMINISTER'SBLACKVEIL

纳撒尼尔·霍桑

THEBLACKCAT

埃德加·爱伦·坡

THECELEBRATEDJUMPINGFROGOFCALAVERASCOUNTY

马克·吐温

THESTORYOFANHOUR

凯特·肖邦

THEGIFTOFTHEMAGI

欧·亨利

THEBRIDECOMESTOYELLOWSKY

斯蒂芬·克莱恩

THELOSTPHOEBE

西奥多·德莱塞

THEWHITESILENCE

杰克·伦敦

THREEDAYSTOSEE

海伦·凯勒

THERICHBOY

F.斯科特·菲兹杰拉德

THEBATTLER

欧内斯特·海明威

PARTTWOBRITISHCLASSICS

OFSTUDIES

弗兰西斯·培根

THEDISTRACTEDPREACHER

托马斯·哈代

MRS.PACKLETIDE'STIGER

萨奇

ARABY

詹姆斯·乔伊斯

THEHORSEDEALER'SDAUGHTER

D.H.劳伦斯

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THE CELEBRATED JUMPING FROG

OF CALAVERAS COUNTY

Mark Twain

In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East, I called on

good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and inquired after my friend's friend, Leonidas W.

Smiley, as requested to do, and I hereunto append the result~. I have a lurking suspicion that

Leonidas W. Smiley is a myth; that my friend never knew such a personage; and that he only

conjectured that, if I asked old Wheeler about him, it would remind him of his infamous Jim Smiley,

and he would go to work and bore me nearly to death with some infernal reminiscence of him as

long and tedious as it should be useless to me2. If that was the design, it certainly succeeded.

I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the bar-room stove of the old, dilapidated

tavern in the ancient mining camp of Boomerang, and I noticed that he was fat and bald-headed,

and had' an expression of winning gentleness and simplicity upon his tranquil countenance. He

roused up and gave me good-day3. I told him a friend of mine had commissioned me to make some

inquiries about a cherished companion of his boyhood named Leonidas W. Smiley-~Rev. Leonidas

W. Smiley--a young minister of the Gospel, who he had heard was at one time a resident of this

village of Boomerang. I added that if Mr. Wheeler could tell me any thing about this Rev. Leonidas

W. Smiley, I would feel under many obligations to him.4 ,:

Simon Wheeler backed me into a comer and blockaded me '~er~ with his chair--and then sat

me down and reeled off the monotonous narrative which follows this paragraph. He ne~ier smiled,

he never frowned, he never changed his voice from the.gentle-flowing key to which he tuned the

initial 'sentence, he never betrayed the slightest suspicion of enthusiasm--but all through the

interminable narrative there ran a vein of impressive earnestness and sincerity, which'showed me

plainly that, so far from his imagining that there was any thing ridiculous or funny about his story,

he regarded it as a really important matter, and admired its two heroes as men of transcendent

genius in finesse. To me, the spectacle of a man drifting serenely along through such a queer yam

without ever smiling was exquisitely absurd. As I said before, I asked him to tell me what he knew

of Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, and he replied as follows. I let hi,go on in his own way, and never

interrupted him once: _

There was a fellers here once by the name of Jim Smiley, in the winter of '49--or maybe'it

was the spring of '56--1 don't recollect exactly, somehow, though.what makes me think it was one

or the other is because I remember the big flume wasn't finished when he first came to the camp;

but any way, he was the curiousest man about always betting on any thing that tufiaed up you ever

see, if he could get any body to bet on the other side, and if he couldn't he'd change sides--any way

that suited the other man would suit him--any way just so's he got a bet, he was satisfied. But still,

he was lucky--uncommon lucky; he most always come out winner6. He was always ready and

laying for a chance; there couldn't be no solit'ry thing mentioned but that feller'd offer to bet on it-

and take any side you please, as I was just telling you. If there was a horse-race, you'd find him

flush, or you'd find him busted at the end of it; if there was a dog-fight, he'd bet on it; if there was a

cat-fight, he'd bet on it; if there was a chicken-fight, he'd bet on it; why, if there was two birds

setting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first--or if there was a camp-meeting, he

would be there regular, to bet on Parson Walker, which he judged to be the best exhorter about here,

and so he was, too, and a good .man. If he even seen a straddle-bug start to go anywhere, he would

bet you how long it would take him to get wherever he was going to, and if you took him up, he

would foilers that straddle-bug to Mexico but what he would find out where he was bound for and

how long he was on the road. Lots of the boys here has seen that Smiley, and can tell you about him.

Why, it never made no difference to him--he would bet on anything--the dangdest feller9. Parson

Walker's wife laid very sick, once, for a good while, and it seemed as if they warn't going to save

her; but one morning he come. in, and Smiley asked him ho she was, and he said she was

considerable better--thank the Lord for his inf'nit mercy--and coming on so smart that, with the

blessing of Providence, she'd get well yet--and Smiley, before he thought, says, "Well, I'll risk

two-and-a-half that she don't, anyway."

Thish-yerm Smiley had a mare--the boys called her the fifteen-minute nag, but that was only

in fun, you know, because, of course, she was faster than that--and he used to win money on that

home, for all she was so slow and always had the asthma, or the distemper, or the consumption, or

something Of that kind. They used to give her two or three hundred yards' start, andthen pass her

under way; but always at the fag-end of the race she'd get excited and desperate-like, and come

cavorting and straddling up, and scattering her legs around limber, sometimes in the air, and

sometimes out to one-side amongst the fences, and kicking up m-o-r-e dust, and raising m-o-r-e

racket with her coughing and sneezing and blowing her nose--and always fetch up at the stand just

about a neck ahead, as near as you could cipher it down.

And he had a little small bull pup, that to look at him you'd think he wasn't worth a cent, but

to set around and look ornery, and lay for a chance to steal something. But as soon as money was up

on him, he was a different dog--his underjaw'd begin to stick out like the fo'caste~ of a steamboat,

and his teeth would uncover, and shine savage like the furnaces. And a dog might tackle him, and

bully-rag him, and bite him, and throw him over his shoulder two or three times, and Andrew

Jacksonl2--which was the name of the pup~Andrew Jackson would never let on but what he was

satisfied, and hadn't expected nothing else--and the bets being doubled and doubled on the other

side all the time, till the money was all up--and then all of a sudden he would grab that other dog

jest~3 by the j'int~4 of his hind leg and freeze to it--not chaw, you understand, but only jest grip and

hang on till they thronged up the sponge, if it was a year. Smiley always come out winner on that

pup, till he harnessed a dog once that didn't have no hind legs, because they'd been sawed off in a

circular saw, and when the thing had gone along far enough, and the money was all up, and he come

to make a snatch for his pet holt, he saw in a minute how he'd been imposed on, and how the other

dog had him in the door, so to speak, and he 'peared5 surprised, and then he looked sorter~6

discouraged-like, and didn't try no more to win the fight, and so he got shucked out bad.' He give

Smiley a look, as much as to say his heart was broke, and it was his fault, for putting up a dog that

hadn't no hind legs for him to take holt of, which was his main dependence in a fight, and then he

limped off a piece and laid down and died. It was a good pup, was that Andrew Jackson, and would

have made a name for hisself~? if he'd lived, for the stuff was in him, and he had genius--I know it,

because he hadn't had no opportunities to speak of, and it don't stand to reason that a dog could

make such a fight as he could under them circumstances, if he hadn't no talent. It always makes me

feel sorry when I think of that last fight of his'n, and the way it turned out.

Well, thish-yer Smiley had rat-tarriers, and chicken cocks, and tom-cats, and all of them kind

of things, till you couldn't rest, and you couldn't fetch nothing for him to bet on but he'd match

you~s. He ketched~9 a frog one day, and took him home, and said he cal'klated2~ to edercate him;

and so he never done nothing for three months but set in his back yard and learn that frog to jump.

And you bet you he did learn him, too. He'd give him a little hunch behind, and the next minute

you'd see that frog whirling in the air like a doughnut--see him turn one summerset, or may be a

couple, if he got a good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat. He got him up so

in the matter of catching flies, and kept him in practice so constant, that he'd nail a fly every time as

far as he could see him. Smiley said all a frog wanted was education, and he could do most anything--

and ! believe him. Why, I've seen him set Dan'l Webster down. here on this floor---Dan'l Webster

was the name of the frog---and sing out, "Flies, Dan'l, flies!" and quicker'n2~ you could wink, he'd

spring straight up, and snake a fly off'n the counter there, and flop down on the floor again as solid

as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he

hadn't no idea he'd been doin' any more'n any frog might do. You never see a frog so modest and

straightfor'ard as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it come:to fair-and-square jumping on

a dead level, he could get over more ground at one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever

see. Jumping on a dead level was his strong suit, you understand, and when it come to that, Smiley

would ante up money on him as long as he had a red22. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog,

and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres, all said he laid over any

frog that ever they see.

Well, Smiley kept the beast in a little lattice box, and he used to fetch him down town

sometimes and lay for a bet. One day a feller--a stranger in the lamp, he was--come across him

with his box, and says: ~

"What might it be that you've got in the box?"

And Smiley says, sorter indifferent like,'It might be a parrot, or it might be a canary, may be,

but it ain't--it's only just a frog."

And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, and turned it round this way and that, and says,

"H'm--so 'tis. Well, what's he good for?"

"Well," Smiley says, easy and careless, "He's good enough for one thing, I should judge--he

can out-jump ary frog in Calaveras county."

The feller took the box again, and iook another long, particular look, and give it back to Smiley,