Higher reading book for schools, colleges, and general use, ed. by C.M. YongeCharlotte Mary Yonge 1885 |
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... heard many and mighty sounds hissing and roaring through the gloom . But last night , as I looked thereon , behold , the stream was no longer dull , but intensely and fiercely luminous ; and while I gazed , the beast that liveth with me ...
... heard many and mighty sounds hissing and roaring through the gloom . But last night , as I looked thereon , behold , the stream was no longer dull , but intensely and fiercely luminous ; and while I gazed , the beast that liveth with me ...
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... heard the cry of the assistants , and the cracking of the cordage , as they were straining aloft the huge awning under which the citizens , molested by no discomforting ray , were to behold , at luxurious ease , the agonies of their ...
... heard the cry of the assistants , and the cracking of the cordage , as they were straining aloft the huge awning under which the citizens , molested by no discomforting ray , were to behold , at luxurious ease , the agonies of their ...
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... heard at one of the entrances of the arena ; there was a confusion , a bustle— voices of remonstrance suddenly breaking forth , and sud- denly silenced at the reply . All eyes turned in wonder at the interruption , towards the quarter ...
... heard at one of the entrances of the arena ; there was a confusion , a bustle— voices of remonstrance suddenly breaking forth , and sud- denly silenced at the reply . All eyes turned in wonder at the interruption , towards the quarter ...
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... heard the crash of falling roofs ; an instant more and the mountain - cloud seemed to roll towards them , dark and rapid , like a torrent ; at the same time , it cast forth from its bosom a shower of ashes mixed with vast fragments of ...
... heard the crash of falling roofs ; an instant more and the mountain - cloud seemed to roll towards them , dark and rapid , like a torrent ; at the same time , it cast forth from its bosom a shower of ashes mixed with vast fragments of ...
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... heard a low voice calling on the name of Christ ! He could not resist lingering at that appeal ; he entered the den , and his feet were dabbled in the slow streams of blood that gushed from the corpses over the sand . " Who , " said the ...
... heard a low voice calling on the name of Christ ! He could not resist lingering at that appeal ; he entered the den , and his feet were dabbled in the slow streams of blood that gushed from the corpses over the sand . " Who , " said the ...
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Alice answered appeared Arbaces arms Arthur Arthur Plantagenet Barnstable boat called cast castle cavern Chingachgook coach companions Cora Coucy countenance cried danger dark death deep Diomed door Duncan enemies escape Eumolpus exclaimed eyes face father fear fell felt fire followed gendarme Givet gladiator glance Glaucus hand Harz Hawk-eye head heard heart Heaven Heyward honour hope horses hour Huron Indian instant Kilmeny Lady light Lochleven looked Lord Ruthven Lydon madam Magua Mary Mary Stewart Mohican mountain never night once passed paused Peter Philipson Pompeii precipice prisoners Queen retiarius returned Rip Van Winkle river rock Roland Græme round rushed Ruthven Sallust savage scout seemed seen Seyton shout side silence Sir Robert Melville sister smile soon spirit stood sword thee thou thought traveller tree turned Uncas voice Waldeck wild Winkle woman wood words young youth
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Страница 337 - ... lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene. Evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys. He saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice...
Страница 333 - ... anywhere else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out-door work to do; so that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his management, acre by acre, until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighborhood.
Страница 338 - ... long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder-showers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded.
Страница 346 - Half-moon; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name. That his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in a hollow of the mountain; and that he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like distant peals of thunder.
Страница 337 - ... of buttons down the sides, and bunches at the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load. Though rather shy and distrustful of this new acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual alacrity; and mutually relieving one another, they clambered up a narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent.
Страница 345 - The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was a whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation.
Страница 334 - ... galligaskins, which he had much ado to hold up with one hand, as a fine lady does her train in bad weather. Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a. pound.
Страница 342 - ... awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.
Страница 338 - 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 sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail.
Страница 344 - It was with great difficulty that the self-important 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.