The Best American Tales ChosenT.Y. Crowell, 1907 - 350 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 22
... tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore , there now was reared a tall naked pole , with something on the top that looked like a red night - cap , and from it was fluttering a 22 BEST AMERICAN TALES.
... tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore , there now was reared a tall naked pole , with something on the top that looked like a red night - cap , and from it was fluttering a 22 BEST AMERICAN TALES.
الصفحة 26
... tree . " Rip looked , and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged . The poor fellow was now completely confounded . He doubted his own identity , and whether he was ...
... tree . " Rip looked , and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged . The poor fellow was now completely confounded . He doubted his own identity , and whether he was ...
الصفحة 29
... tree , he was em- ployed to work on the farm , but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business . Rip now resumed his old walks and habits ; he soon found many of his former cronies , though all rather ...
... tree , he was em- ployed to work on the farm , but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business . Rip now resumed his old walks and habits ; he soon found many of his former cronies , though all rather ...
الصفحة 36
... trees that shades one side of the valley . I had wandered into it at noon - time when all nature is peculiarly quiet , and was startled by the roar of my own gun , as it broke the Sabbath stillness around , and was prolonged and ...
... trees that shades one side of the valley . I had wandered into it at noon - time when all nature is peculiarly quiet , and was startled by the roar of my own gun , as it broke the Sabbath stillness around , and was prolonged and ...
الصفحة 39
... trees and the same families vegetating in its sheltered bosom . In this by - place of nature there abode , in a remote period of American history , that is to say , some thirty years since , a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane ...
... trees and the same families vegetating in its sheltered bosom . In this by - place of nature there abode , in a remote period of American history , that is to say , some thirty years since , a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane ...
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الصفحة 17 - 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 13 - 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. On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance....
الصفحة 270 - I saw that he spoke in a low, hurried, and gibbering murmur, as if unconscious of my presence. Bending closely over him, I at length drank in the hideous import of his words. "Not hear it? — yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long — long — long — many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it — yet I dared not — oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! — I dared not — I dared not speak!
الصفحة 333 - 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 12 - 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.
الصفحة 29 - ... pretended to doubt the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands,...
الصفحة 257 - 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 44 - ... face, it was dearly purchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night!
الصفحة 58 - ... and, as his horse jogged on, the motion of his arms was not unlike the flapping of a pair of wings. A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called; and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out almost to the horse's tail. Such was the appearance of Ichabod and his steed, as they shambled out of the gate of Hans Van Ripper, and it was altogether such an apparition as is seldom to be met with in broad daylight.
الصفحة 249 - ... fretted ceiling. Dark draperies hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse, comfortless, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene.