The Promise of Country Life: Descriptions, Narrations Without Plot, Short StoriesJames Cloyd Bowman D.C. Heath & Company, 1916 - 303 страници |
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... rest himself by leaning a little on the plough handles and to talk for a spell , not in the insignificant bodiless phrases learned and kept for use with the alien , but in the broader sound and sense of the vernacular . It will be worth ...
... rest himself by leaning a little on the plough handles and to talk for a spell , not in the insignificant bodiless phrases learned and kept for use with the alien , but in the broader sound and sense of the vernacular . It will be worth ...
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... rest becoming too nearly a tangible slice out of the day's work , and bends to the plough handles with a sort of apology for his discursus . " You see when I look over there , a clear morning , same as it might be today , ' tis like ...
... rest becoming too nearly a tangible slice out of the day's work , and bends to the plough handles with a sort of apology for his discursus . " You see when I look over there , a clear morning , same as it might be today , ' tis like ...
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... rest satisfied , and thank God that my lot is to be an American farmer , in- stead of a Russian boor , or an Hungarian peasant . I thank you kindly for the idea , however dreadful , which you have given me of their lot and condition ...
... rest satisfied , and thank God that my lot is to be an American farmer , in- stead of a Russian boor , or an Hungarian peasant . I thank you kindly for the idea , however dreadful , which you have given me of their lot and condition ...
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... rest , we have here a set of small birds which never appear until the snow falls ; contrary to all others , they dwell and appear to delight in that element . It is my bees , however , which afford me 22 HECTOR ST . JOHN CREVECO EUR.
... rest , we have here a set of small birds which never appear until the snow falls ; contrary to all others , they dwell and appear to delight in that element . It is my bees , however , which afford me 22 HECTOR ST . JOHN CREVECO EUR.
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... rest is under my locust - tree , close by my bee - house . By their movements I can predict the weather , and can tell the day of their swarming ; but the most difficult point is , when on the wing , to know whether they want to go to ...
... rest is under my locust - tree , close by my bee - house . By their movements I can predict the weather , and can tell the day of their swarming ; but the most difficult point is , when on the wing , to know whether they want to go to ...
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ain't asked Baltus Van Tassel barn Bashkirs beautiful began birds C. E. Brock called CORRA HARRIS dark dessyatins door dream eyes face farm farmer feel feet fields girl Goderville Grant grass gray green Hamlin Garland hand head heard heart hemp hills Holbrooke Hope horse Howard Ichabod Ichabod Crane land laughed leaves light live looked Lyddy Marjory Master Hauchecorne melancholy crane mind Morgan County morning mother neighbors never night Pakhom passed pause Pawnees peasant Pine Pinkham red squirrel road round seemed side silence sleep Sleepy Hollow smile sooty terns sound spring squirrel stood story suddenly talk tarantass tell things Thord thought took trees turned valley versts voice wagons Walden Pond walked wife wild wind woman women woods young
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Страница 296 - ... looking more narrowly, perceived that it was a place where the tree had been scathed by lightning, and the white wood laid bare. Suddenly he heard a groan. His teeth chattered, and his knees smote against the saddle. It was but the rubbing of one huge bough upon another, as they were swayed about by the breeze. He passed the tree in safety, but new perils lay before him.
Страница 279 - Hard by the farmhouse was a vast barn, that might have served for a church, every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm...
Страница 278 - ... a coquette, as might be perceived even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions, as most suited to set off her .charms. She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold which her great-greatgrandmother had brought over from Saardam, the tempting stomacher of the olden time, and withal a provokingly short petticoat to display the prettiest foot and ankle in the country round.
Страница 52 - In the midst of a gentle rain while these thoughts prevailed, I was suddenly sensible of such sweet and beneficent society in Nature, in the very pattering of the drops, and in every sound and sight around my house, an infinite and unaccountable friendliness all at once like an atmosphere sustaining me, as made the fancied advantages of human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since.
Страница 295 - Hudson ; but it was so vague and faint as only to give an idea of his distance from this faithful companion of man. Now and then, too, the long-drawn crowing of a cock, accidentally awakened, would sound far, far off, from some farm-house away among the hills — but it was like a dreaming sound in his ear. No...
Страница 297 - Gunpowder, who dashed forwards, snuffling and snorting, but came to a stand just by the bridge, with a suddenness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, en the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black and towering.
Страница 142 - haunted Woodhouselee;" and as daybreak came sweeping up the bleak Lammermuirs, and fell on his own door, the company would stop, and James would take the key, and lift Ailie up again, laying her on her owri bed, and, having put Jess up, would return with Rab and shut the door.
Страница 279 - ... the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond, convoying whole fleets of ducks ; regiments of turkeys were gobbling through the farmyard, and guinea fowls fretting about it like ill-tempered housewives, with their peevish, discontented cry. Before the barn door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior, and a fine gentleman ; clapping his burnished wings and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart...
Страница 274 - From hence the low murmur of his pupils* voices, conning over their lessons, might be heard of a drowsy summer's day, like the hum of a beehive; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in the tone of menace or command; or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge. Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, that ever bore in mind the golden maxim, "Spare the rod and spoil the child.
Страница 70 - Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof ; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature.