A Collection of Short-storiesLemuel Arthur Pittenger Macmillan Company, 1914 - 268 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 36
الصفحة ix
... PIECE OF STRING . 1884 . Guy de Maupassant . THE MAN WHO WAS . 1889 Rudyard Kipling . THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER . Edgar Allan Poe . THE GOLD - BUG . 1843 Edgar Allan Poe . THE BIRTHMARK . 1843 Nathaniel Hawthorne . ETHAN BRAND ...
... PIECE OF STRING . 1884 . Guy de Maupassant . THE MAN WHO WAS . 1889 Rudyard Kipling . THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER . Edgar Allan Poe . THE GOLD - BUG . 1843 Edgar Allan Poe . THE BIRTHMARK . 1843 Nathaniel Hawthorne . ETHAN BRAND ...
الصفحة xv
... Piece of String this simplicity is equal to that of the anecdote , but in no case can an anecdote possess the dramatic possibilities of these simple short - stories ; for a short - story must always have that tensity of emotion that ...
... Piece of String this simplicity is equal to that of the anecdote , but in no case can an anecdote possess the dramatic possibilities of these simple short - stories ; for a short - story must always have that tensity of emotion that ...
الصفحة xvi
... . It is a concentrated piece of life snatched from the ordinary and uneventful round of living and steeped in fancy until it becomes the acme of literary art . COMPOSITION OF THE SHORT - STORY ANY student who wishes xvi INTRODUCTION.
... . It is a concentrated piece of life snatched from the ordinary and uneventful round of living and steeped in fancy until it becomes the acme of literary art . COMPOSITION OF THE SHORT - STORY ANY student who wishes xvi INTRODUCTION.
الصفحة 10
... piece of water , which would reflect 20 the image of anything looking into it , could not be found . Being , as far as could be ascertained , the very last of his race , he had never seen another griffin . Therefore it was , that , when ...
... piece of water , which would reflect 20 the image of anything looking into it , could not be found . Being , as far as could be ascertained , the very last of his race , he had never seen another griffin . Therefore it was , that , when ...
الصفحة 14
... , and knock it to pieces with their hammers and crowbars . After many hours the 30 people were obliged to give up their attempts , and went home to sleep ; but the Minor Canon remained at 14 A COLLECTION OF SHORT - STORIES.
... , and knock it to pieces with their hammers and crowbars . After many hours the 30 people were obliged to give up their attempts , and went home to sleep ; but the Minor Canon remained at 14 A COLLECTION OF SHORT - STORIES.
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
answered asked Aylmer beautiful beetle began birthmark Björnson Brander Matthews Bréauté character cheek church COLLATERAL READINGS colonel countenance cried dark dealer death death's-head Denis Dirkovitch door Edgar Allan Poe English Essays Ethan Brand eyes face fancy fear feet fell felt fire gazed Georgiana Goderville Griffin Guy de Maupassant hand head heard heart honor Jupiter kiln laugh Legrand light limb lime-burner Little Mildred looked Lushkar Malétroit Markheim massa Master Hauchecorne ment mess mind Minor Canon Monsieur de Beaulieu Nathaniel Hawthorne nature never night once parchment perhaps Poems priest R. L. Stevenson regiment replied Robert Louis Stevenson rose Rudyard Kipling scarabæus seat seemed seen short-story side skull smile spirit Stockton stone stood story strange tell thing Thord thought town tree Unpardonable Usher voice White Hussars Wilkins Freeman words writing young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 70 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
الصفحة 71 - I looked upon the scene before me — upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain, upon the bleak walls, upon the vacant eye-like windows, upon a few rank sedges, and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees, with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
الصفحة 96 - I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder — there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters — and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER.
الصفحة 94 - I dared not— I dared not speak! We have put her living In the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin I heard them— many, many days ago— yet I dared not—/ dared not speak!
الصفحة 91 - At the termination of this sentence I started, and for a moment paused; for it appeared to me (although I at once concluded that my excited fancy had deceived me) — it appeared to me that from some very remote portion of the mansion, there came indistinctly to my ears what might have been, in its exact similarity of character, the echo (but a stifled and dull one certainly) of the very cracking and ripping sound which Sir Launcelot had so particularly described.
الصفحة 95 - There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold, then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.
الصفحة 95 - Madman!" - here he sprang furiously to his feet, and shrieked out his syllables, as if in the effort he were giving up his soul - "Madman! I tell you that she now stands without the door!
الصفحة 71 - It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate, its capacity for sorrowful impression...
الصفحة 83 - 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 92 - But the good champion Ethelred, now entering within the door was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the maliceful hermit; but, in the stead thereof, a dragon of a scaly and prodigious...