Frequent words in The Picture of Dorian Gray
Basil Hallward’s studio, roses, and the portrait that starts the trouble.
| Word | Translation | Example |
|---|---|---|
| dorian | Dorian | Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are—my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray’s good looks—we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.” |
| one | uno | As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. |
| said | dijo | “It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done,” said Lord Henry languidly. |
| don’t | no | “I don’t think I shall send it anywhere,” he answered, tossing his head back in that odd way that used to make his friends laugh at him at Oxford. |
| lord | lord | From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms… |
| life | vida | It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. |
| henry | Henry | From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms… |
| like | como, gustar | The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ. |
| gray | Gray | Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are—my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray’s good looks—we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.” |
| know | saber | “I know you will laugh at me,” he replied, “but I really can’t exhibit it. |
| never | nunca | Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me, but whose picture really fascinates me, never thinks. |
| harry | Harry | “You don’t understand me, Harry,” answered the artist. |
| man | hombre | In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself,… |
| must | debe | “You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. |
| basil | Basil | In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself,… |
| now | ahora | From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms… |
| good | bueno | Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are—my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray’s good looks—we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.” |
| things | cosas | The artist is the creator of beautiful things. |
| think | pensar | From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms… |
| something | algo | The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. |
| come | venir | I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself. |
| thing | cosa | “It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done,” said Lord Henry languidly. |
| seemed | parecía | From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms… |
| go | ir | When we meet—we do meet occasionally, when we dine out together, or go down to the Duke’s—we tell each other the most absurd stories with the most serious faces. |
| love | amor | I have grown to love secrecy. |
| always | siempre | A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen, and as a natural consequence he always looks absolutely delightful. |
| made | hecho | Upon my word, Basil, I didn’t know you were so vain; and I really can’t see any resemblance between you, with your rugged strong face and your coal-black hair, and this young Adonis, who looks as if he was made out of… |
| time | tiempo | In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself,… |
| eyes | ojos | But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake. |
| face | cara | As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. |
| quite | bastante | A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men quite jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion.” |
| want | querer | As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. |
| really | de verdad | The Grosvenor is really the only place.” |
| room | habitación | In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself,… |
| back | atrás | “I don’t think I shall send it anywhere,” he answered, tossing his head back in that odd way that used to make his friends laugh at him at Oxford. |
| away | lejos | In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself,… |
| came | vino | The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of… |
| night | noche | In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. |
| people | gente | Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see the pictures, which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the people, which was worse. |
| say | decir | A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen, and as a natural consequence he always looks absolutely delightful. |
| cried | gritó | “Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know,” cried Lord Henry, laughing; and the two young men went out into the garden together and ensconced themselves on a long bamboo seat that stood in… |
| looked | miró | As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. |
| nothing | nada | If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. |
| tell | decir | I didn’t intend to tell it to you.” |
| look | mirada | Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. |
| much | mucho | I have put too much of myself into it.” |
| world | mundo | You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. |
| answered | respondió | “I don’t think I shall send it anywhere,” he answered, tossing his head back in that odd way that used to make his friends laugh at him at Oxford. |
| going | yendo | When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. |
| little | pequeño | In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself,… |