American Prose: Hawthorne, Irving and OthersHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 - 414 من الصفحات |
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... villages , where some wild , highland rivulet , tumbling down from its birthplace in the upper moun- tain region , had been caught and tamed by human cun- ning and compelled to turn the machinery of cotton- factories . The inhabitants ...
... villages , where some wild , highland rivulet , tumbling down from its birthplace in the upper moun- tain region , had been caught and tamed by human cun- ning and compelled to turn the machinery of cotton- factories . The inhabitants ...
الصفحة 94
... village to which he returned . This story , which was published with others in 1800 , may very likely have been the immediate suggestion to Irving , who has taken nearly the same framework . The humorous additions which he has made ...
... village to which he returned . This story , which was published with others in 1800 , may very likely have been the immediate suggestion to Irving , who has taken nearly the same framework . The humorous additions which he has made ...
الصفحة 97
... 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 . It is a little village of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the ...
... 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 . It is a little village of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the ...
الصفحة 98
... village , and in one of these very houses ( which , to tell the precise truth , was sadly time - worn and weather - beaten ) , there lived many years since , while the country was yet a province of Great Britain , a simple , good ...
... village , and in one of these very houses ( which , to tell the precise truth , was sadly time - worn and weather - beaten ) , there lived many years since , while the country was yet a province of Great Britain , a simple , good ...
الصفحة 99
... village , too , would shout with joy whenever he approached . He assisted at their sports , made their playthings , taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles , and told them long stories of ghosts , witches , and Indians . Whenever he ...
... village , too , would shout with joy whenever he approached . He assisted at their sports , made their playthings , taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles , and told them long stories of ghosts , witches , and Indians . Whenever he ...
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الصفحة 297 - Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested...
الصفحة 103 - 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. In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day, Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Catskill Mountains.
الصفحة 111 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke, instead of idle speeches ; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents 'of an ancient newspaper.
الصفحة 97 - 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 101 - ... and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue ? The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
الصفحة 98 - ... lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina.
الصفحة 111 - The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired "on which side he voted?" Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, "Whether he was Federal or Democrat?
الصفحة 111 - Hill— heroes of seventysix— and other words, which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle. The appearance of Rip, with his long grizzled beard, his rusty fowling-piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women and children at his heels, soon attracted the attention of the tavern politicians.
الصفحة 97 - ... about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory. At the foot of these fairy mountains...
الصفحة 114 - He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name? "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end.