옥스포드 미국 수필선 / The Oxford Book of American Essays (영문판)

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'옥스포드 미국 수필선(The Oxford Book of American Essays)'은 미국 문학사의 대표적인 수필들을 한데 모은 명품 선집입니다. 에머슨, 워싱턴 어빙, 헨리 제임스 등 대문호부터 덜 알려진 작가까지 다양한 미국 작가의 주옥같은 글을 감상할 수 있습니다. 이 영문판 도서는 원문 그대로의 생생한 언어와 분위기를 느낄 수 있으며, 영어 실력 향상에도 큰 도움이 됩니다. 원어민들의 사고방식과 표현을 직접적으로 접할 수 있어 영어 독해력뿐 아니라 미국 문화에 대한 이해도 넓힐 수 있습니다.

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THE EPHEMERA: AN EMBLEM OF HUMAN LIFE B F
THE WHISTLE
DIALOGUE BETWEEN FRANKLIN AND THE GOUT
CONSOLATION FOR THE OLD BACHELOR
JOHN BULL
THE MUTABILITY OF LITERATURE
KEAN’S ACTING
GIFTS
USES OF GREAT MEN
BUDS AND BIRD-VOICES
THE PHILOSOPHY OF COMPOSITION
BREAD AND THE NEWSPAPER
WALKING
ON A CERTAIN CONDESCENSION IN FOREIGNERS J R L
PREFACE TO "LEAVES OF GRASS" 1855 W W
AMERICANISM IN LITERATURE
THACKERAY IN AMERICA
OUR MARCH TO WASHINGTON : THROUGH THE CITY
CALVIN A STUDY OF CHARACTER
FIVE AMERICAN CONTRIBUTIONS TO CIVILIZATION
I TALK OF DREAMS
AN IDYL OF THE HONEY-BEE
CUT-OFF COPPLES’S
THE THÉÂTRE FRANÇAIS
THEOCRITUS ON CAPE COD
COLONIALISM IN THE UNITED STATES
NEW YORK AFTER PARIS
THE TYRANNY OF THINGS
FREE TRADE VS. PROTECTION IN LITERATURE
DANTE AND THE BOWERY
THE REVOLT OF THE UNFIT
ON TRANSLATING THE ODES OF HORACE
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BY Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790). Y may remember, my dear friend, that when we lately spent that happy day in the delightful garden and sweet society of the Moulin Joly, I stopped a little in one of our walks, and stayed some time behind the company. We had been shown numberless skeletons of a kind of little fly, called an ephemera, whose successive generations, we were told, were bred and expired within the day. I happened to see a living company of them on a leaf, who appeared to be engaged in conversation. You know I understand all the inferior animal tongues. My too great application to the study of them is the best excuse I can give for the little progress I have made in your charming language. I listened through curiosity to the discourse of these little creatures; but as they, in their national vivacity, spoke three or four together, I could make but little of their conversation. I found, however, by some broken expressions that I heard now and then, they were disputing warmly on the merit of two foreign musicians, one a cousin, the other a moscheto; in which dispute they spent their time, seemingly as regardless of the shortness of life as if they had been sure of living a month. Happy people! thought I; you are certainly under a wise, just, and mild government, since you have no public grievances to complain of, nor any subject of contention but the perfections and imperfections of foreign music. I turned my head from them to an old gray-headed one, who was single on another leaf, and talking to himself. Being amused with his soliloquy, I put it down in writing, in hopes it will likewise amuse her to whom I am so much indebted for the most pleasing of all amusements, her delicious company and heavenly harmony.
"It was," said he, "the opinion of learned philosophers of our race, who lived and flourished long before my time, that this vast world, the Moulin Joly, could not itself subsist more than eighteen hours; and I think there was some foundation for that opinion, since, by the apparent motion of the great luminary that gives life to all nature, and which in my time has evidently declined considerably towards the ocean at the end of our earth, it must then finish its course, be extinguished in the waters that surround us, and leave the world in cold and darkness, necessarily producing universal death and destruction. I have lived seven of those hours, a great age, being no less than four hundred and twenty minutes of time. How very few of us continue so long! I have seen generations born, flourish, and expire. My present friends are the children and grandchildren of the friends of my youth, who are now, alas, no more! And I must soon follow them; for, by the course of nature, though still in health, I cannot expect to live above seven or eight minutes longer. What now avails all my toil and labor in amassing honey-dew on this leaf, which I cannot live to enjoy! What the political struggles I have been engaged in for the good of my compatriot inhabitants of this bush, or my philosophical studies for the benefit of our race in general! for in politics what can laws do without morals? Our present race of ephemeræ will in a course of minutes become corrupt, like those of other and older bushes, and consequently as wretched. And in philosophy how small our progress! Alas! art is long, and life is short! My friends would comfort me with the idea of a name they say I shall leave behind me; and they tell me I have lived long enough to nature and to glory. But what will fame be to an ephemera who no longer exists? And what will become of all history in the eighteenth hour, when the world itself, even the whole Moulin Joly, shall come to its end and be buried in universal ruin?"
To me, after all my eager pursuits, no solid pleasures now remain, but the reflection of a long life spent in meaning well, the sensible conversation of a few good lady ephemeræ, and now and then a kind smile and a tune from the ever amiable Brillante.

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저자(글) 브랜더 매튜스 편집

브랜더 매튜스(Brander Matthews, 1852–1929)는 미국의 저명한 문학 평론가이자 컬럼비아 대학교 교수로, 영문학 교육과 미국 문학의 발전에 큰 공헌을 한 인물입니다. 그는 미국 수필의 매력을 널리 알리기 위해 이 책을 편집했으며, 다양한 작가와 주제를 엄선하는 안목으로 독자들의 신뢰를 받았습니다. 매튜스는 문학사와 드라마 비평 분야에서도 여러 권위 있는 저서를 남기며 현대 미국문학의 기틀을 마련했습니다.