American StoriesEdward Everett Hale Globe School Bk. Company, 1903 - 270 من الصفحات |
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... awakened a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name ? " 1 They thought he was crazy . “ Ah , poor man , his name was Rip 24 HAWTHORNE CLASSICS.
... awakened a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name ? " 1 They thought he was crazy . “ Ah , poor man , his name was Rip 24 HAWTHORNE CLASSICS.
الصفحة 111
... asked Ernest . He pointed to the volume . " Are not those thoughts divine ? " They have a strain of the Divinity , ” replied the poet . " You can hear in them the far - off echo of a heavenly song . But my life , dear Ernest , has not ...
... asked Ernest . He pointed to the volume . " Are not those thoughts divine ? " They have a strain of the Divinity , ” replied the poet . " You can hear in them the far - off echo of a heavenly song . But my life , dear Ernest , has not ...
الصفحة 122
... doubly venerable by the hoary beard that descended on his breast . He made a gesture at once of encouragement and warning , then turned again and resumed his way . " Who is this gray patriarch ? " asked the 122 HAWTHORNE CLASSICS.
... doubly venerable by the hoary beard that descended on his breast . He made a gesture at once of encouragement and warning , then turned again and resumed his way . " Who is this gray patriarch ? " asked the 122 HAWTHORNE CLASSICS.
الصفحة 123
Edward Everett Hale. " Who is this gray patriarch ? " asked the young men of their sires . " Who is this venerable brother ? " asked the old men among themselves . But none could make reply . The fathers of the people , those of ...
Edward Everett Hale. " Who is this gray patriarch ? " asked the young men of their sires . " Who is this venerable brother ? " asked the old men among themselves . But none could make reply . The fathers of the people , those of ...
الصفحة 172
... asked the medium once more . After a moment's pause , her hand seemed to be seized with a violent tremor , shaking so forcibly that the table vibrated . She said that a spirit had seized her hand and would write . I handed her some ...
... asked the medium once more . After a moment's pause , her hand seemed to be seized with a violent tremor , shaking so forcibly that the table vibrated . She said that a spirit had seized her hand and would write . I handed her some ...
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Animula appeared asked Baltus Van Tassel barouche beautiful began beheld Brom Bones Burr called Cotton Mather cried Dame Van Winkle dance Dennis diamond door Dutch Ernest eyes fellow Fitz-James O'Brien Fort Adams Fort Christina forty carats Frederic Ingham Gathergold gaze ghosts goblin Governor hand haunted Hawthorne head hear heard heart hope horse Ichabod Ichabod Crane idea imagination Iron Mask Irving knew lens Lofoden looked ment microscope mind Moskoe Moskoe-strom mother mountain NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE neighbor neighborhood never night officers once passed Philip Nolan poet Polly poor Nolan Rip Van Winkle round Sandemanian scene seemed seen short story side Simon Sleepy Hollow smile speak spirit Stone Face stood strange talk tell thing thought tion told took trees turned valley village voice Vulpes whirl whole wonderful word
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الصفحة 270 - 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 17 - At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs to the amphitheatre ; but no traces of such opening remained. The rocks presented a high, impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows...
الصفحة 12 - ... wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this 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 village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice...
الصفحة 8 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
الصفحة 16 - 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 20 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
الصفحة 24 - ... the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip," cried she, "hush, you little fool; the old man won't hurt you.
الصفحة 6 - ... the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country; everything about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him. His fences were continually falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray, or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than anywhere else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out-door work to do; so that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his management, acre by acre, until there was...
الصفحة 47 - It was one of those spacious farmhouses with high-ridged but lowly-sloping roofs, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers, the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front capable of being closed up in bad weather.
الصفحة 56 - He was gaunt and shagged, with a ewe neck and a head like a hammer; his rusty mane and tail were tangled and knotted with burrs; one eye had lost its pupil, and was glaring and spectral; but the other had the gleam of a genuine devil in it.