American Prose: Hawthorne: Irving: Longfellow: Whittier: Holmes: Lowell: Thoreau: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1880 - 424 من الصفحات |
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... poor Mr. Lindsey to be running about -his garden in pursuit of a snow - drift , which the west - wind was driving hither and thither ! At length , after a vast deal of trouble , he chased the little stranger into a corner , where she ...
... poor Mr. Lindsey to be running about -his garden in pursuit of a snow - drift , which the west - wind was driving hither and thither ! At length , after a vast deal of trouble , he chased the little stranger into a corner , where she ...
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... poor little thing ! But a good fire will put everything to rights . " Without further talk , and always with the same best intentions , this highly benevolent and common- sensible individual led the little white damsel drooping ...
... poor little thing ! But a good fire will put everything to rights . " Without further talk , and always with the same best intentions , this highly benevolent and common- sensible individual led the little white damsel drooping ...
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... poor dear beau - ti- ful little snow - sister is thawed ! " - - And their own sweet little faces were already dissolved in tears ; so that their father , seeing what strange things occasionally happen in this every - day world , felt ...
... poor dear beau - ti- ful little snow - sister is thawed ! " - - And their own sweet little faces were already dissolved in tears ; so that their father , seeing what strange things occasionally happen in this every - day world , felt ...
الصفحة 42
... poor Mr. Gathergold was dead and buried ; and the oddest part of the matter was , that his wealth , which was the body and spirit of his existence , had disappeared before his death , leaving nothing of him but a living skeleton ...
... poor Mr. Gathergold was dead and buried ; and the oddest part of the matter was , that his wealth , which was the body and spirit of his existence , had disappeared before his death , leaving nothing of him but a living skeleton ...
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... poor and mean realities . Some- times even shall I dare to say it ? I lack faith in the grandeur , the beauty , and the goodness , which my own works are said to have made more evident in nature and in human life . Why , then , pure ...
... poor and mean realities . Some- times even shall I dare to say it ? I lack faith in the grandeur , the beauty , and the goodness , which my own works are said to have made more evident in nature and in human life . Why , then , pure ...
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الصفحة 122 - ... growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down into the glen. 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.
الصفحة 132 - Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
الصفحة 115 - At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle-roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape.
الصفحة 119 - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much hen-pecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master's going so often astray.
الصفحة 122 - ... highlands. On the other side, he looked down into a deep mountain glen, 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...
الصفحة 114 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country.
الصفحة 124 - They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's. Their visages, too, were peculiar ; one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugarloaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail.
الصفحة 122 - ... green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark,* here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.
الصفحة 125 - ... that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling ; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
الصفحة 124 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.