American Prose: Hawthorne: Irving: Longfellow: Whittier: Holmes: Lowell: Thoreau: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1880 - 424 страници |
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... father of these two children , a certain Mr. Lindsey , it is important to say , was an excellent but exceedingly matter - of - fact sort of man , a dealer in hardware , and was sturdily accustomed to take what is called the common ...
... father of these two children , a certain Mr. Lindsey , it is important to say , was an excellent but exceedingly matter - of - fact sort of man , a dealer in hardware , and was sturdily accustomed to take what is called the common ...
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... father of Violet and Peony appeared , wrapped n a pilot - cloth sack , with a fur cap drawn down over his ears , and the thickest of gloves upon his hands . Mr. Lindsey was a middle - aged man , with a weary and yet a happy look in his ...
... father of Violet and Peony appeared , wrapped n a pilot - cloth sack , with a fur cap drawn down over his ears , and the thickest of gloves upon his hands . Mr. Lindsey was a middle - aged man , with a weary and yet a happy look in his ...
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... father , do not you see how it is ? This is our snow - image , which Peony and I have made , because we wanted another playmate . Did not we , Peony ? " " Yes , papa , " said crimson Peony . " This be our ' ittle snow - sister . Is she ...
... father , do not you see how it is ? This is our snow - image , which Peony and I have made , because we wanted another playmate . Did not we , Peony ? " " Yes , papa , " said crimson Peony . " This be our ' ittle snow - sister . Is she ...
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... father by the hand , earnestly besought him not to make her come in . " Dear father , " cried Violet , putting herself be- fore him , " it is true what I have been telling you ! This is our little snow - girl , and she cannot live any ...
... father by the hand , earnestly besought him not to make her come in . " Dear father , " cried Violet , putting herself be- fore him , " it is true what I have been telling you ! This is our little snow - girl , and she cannot live any ...
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... father ! " screamed Violet and Peony , as he reëntered the parlor . " You would bring her in ; and now our poor dear beau - ti- ful little snow - sister is thawed ! " ― - And their own sweet little faces were already dissolved in tears ...
... father ! " screamed Violet and Peony , as he reëntered the parlor . " You would bring her in ; and now our poor dear beau - ti- ful little snow - sister is thawed ! " ― - And their own sweet little faces were already dissolved in tears ...
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Страница 116 - 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. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Страница 117 - 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.
Страница 110 - 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.
Страница 111 - 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.
Страница 128 - what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle ?" He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean, welloiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten.
Страница 127 - ... 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. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange,...
Страница 119 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Страница 126 - 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.
Страница 126 - 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.
Страница 124 - ... 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.