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الصفحة xix
... Scenes , " which were appearing as early as 1834 , are as inimitable as the rough and course genre pictures of the Dutch painters . These were the proto- types of a number of similar productions in Georgia and its neighboring states ...
... Scenes , " which were appearing as early as 1834 , are as inimitable as the rough and course genre pictures of the Dutch painters . These were the proto- types of a number of similar productions in Georgia and its neighboring states ...
الصفحة xx
... and hitherto unknown experiences . But Bret Harte longed for the East and " civilization , " and his stay abroad as consul in Germany and in Scotland removed him too far from the scene of his earlier inspiration XX INTRODUCTION.
... and hitherto unknown experiences . But Bret Harte longed for the East and " civilization , " and his stay abroad as consul in Germany and in Scotland removed him too far from the scene of his earlier inspiration XX INTRODUCTION.
الصفحة xxi
him too far from the scene of his earlier inspiration and best work . Among Eastern writers in the seventies may be named Albert F. Webster , who wrote very human sketches for Appleton's Journal and the Atlantic Monthly , and died at ...
him too far from the scene of his earlier inspiration and best work . Among Eastern writers in the seventies may be named Albert F. Webster , who wrote very human sketches for Appleton's Journal and the Atlantic Monthly , and died at ...
الصفحة 15
... scene ; evening was gradually advancing ; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys ; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the vil- lage ; and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of ...
... scene ; evening was gradually advancing ; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys ; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the vil- lage ; and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of ...
الصفحة 18
... scene but the noise of the balls , which , whenever they were rolled , echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder . As Rip and his companion approached them , they suddenly desisted from their play , and stared at him ...
... scene but the noise of the balls , which , whenever they were rolled , echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder . As Rip and his companion approached them , they suddenly desisted from their play , and stared at him ...
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الصفحة 17 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes. It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
الصفحة 13 - Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him ; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place ; but supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it. On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance....
الصفحة 270 - I saw that he spoke in a low, hurried, and gibbering murmur, as if unconscious of my presence. Bending closely over him, I at length drank in the hideous import of his words. "Not hear it? — yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long — long — long — many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it — yet I dared not — oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! — I dared not — I dared not speak!
الصفحة 333 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
الصفحة 12 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!" Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
الصفحة 29 - ... pretended to doubt the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands,...
الصفحة 257 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This, all this, was in the olden Time, long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
الصفحة 44 - ... face, it was dearly purchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night!
الصفحة 58 - ... and, as his horse jogged on, the motion of his arms was not unlike the flapping of a pair of wings. A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called; and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out almost to the horse's tail. Such was the appearance of Ichabod and his steed, as they shambled out of the gate of Hans Van Ripper, and it was altogether such an apparition as is seldom to be met with in broad daylight.
الصفحة 249 - ... fretted ceiling. Dark draperies hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse, comfortless, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene.