Five Great Authors: Complete Characteristic Selections from the Works of Irving, Hawthorne, Scott, Dickens, HugoWilliam Landon Felter University Publishing Company, 1900 - 216 من الصفحات |
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... trees , just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape . It is a little village of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the province ...
... trees , just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape . It is a little village of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the province ...
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... tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . ' It is true , he was rarely heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however , ( for every great man has his ...
... tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . ' It is true , he was rarely heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however , ( for every great man has his ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... trees shot their branches , so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky , and the bright evening cloud . Irving delighted to call attention to what he insisted was the Dutch habit of wearing many pairs of breeches or many ...
... trees shot their branches , so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky , and the bright evening cloud . Irving delighted to call attention to what he insisted was the Dutch habit of wearing many pairs of breeches or many ...
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... tree to tree , and spread a kind of network in his path . 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 ...
... tree to tree , and spread a kind of network in his path . 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 ...
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الصفحة 26 - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck to tell which way the wind blew.
الصفحة 18 - A Tory! a Tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the selfimportant man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for, and whom he was seeking? The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well — who are they? — name them.
الصفحة 17 - In place of these, a lean biliouslooking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens — election — members of Congress — liberty — Bunker's hill — heroes of seventy-six — and other words which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle.
الصفحة 7 - ... 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...
الصفحة 19 - ... 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 35 - 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 43 - ... and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields, breathing the...
الصفحة 11 - Passing through the ravine, they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky, and the bright evening cloud.
الصفحة 19 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
الصفحة 14 - ... with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.