American Prose: Hawthorne: Irving: Longfellow: Whittier: Holmes: Lowell: Thoreau: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1880 - 424 страници |
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... less regarded than the literature of power . The best result will be reached if those who use this volume are impelled to ask for the fuller works of the authors whose acquaint- ance as writers of prose they may here make . In American ...
... less regarded than the literature of power . The best result will be reached if those who use this volume are impelled to ask for the fuller works of the authors whose acquaint- ance as writers of prose they may here make . In American ...
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... less necessary than in poetry . Besides , the interruption of an obscure reference is less fatal to enjoyment than in poetry . The editor , therefore , has given fewer notes than in American Poems , and has purposely left work to be ...
... less necessary than in poetry . Besides , the interruption of an obscure reference is less fatal to enjoyment than in poetry . The editor , therefore , has given fewer notes than in American Poems , and has purposely left work to be ...
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... less of the men and women whom everybody sees and recognizes than of the souls which are hidden from most eyes , it is not strange that his stories should often lay bare se- crets of sin , and that a somewhat dusky light should seem to ...
... less of the men and women whom everybody sees and recognizes than of the souls which are hidden from most eyes , it is not strange that his stories should often lay bare se- crets of sin , and that a somewhat dusky light should seem to ...
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... less abruptness , gravely remarking that it was better not to take hold of hands . The white - robed dam- sel said not a word , but danced about , just as mer- rily as before . If Violet and Peony did not choose to play with her she ...
... less abruptness , gravely remarking that it was better not to take hold of hands . The white - robed dam- sel said not a word , but danced about , just as mer- rily as before . If Violet and Peony did not choose to play with her she ...
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... less high and beautiful when his human brethren were the subject of his verse . The man or woman , sordid with the common dust of life , who crossed his daily path , and the little child who played in it , were glorified if he beheld ...
... less high and beautiful when his human brethren were the subject of his verse . The man or woman , sordid with the common dust of life , who crossed his daily path , and the little child who played in it , were glorified if he beheld ...
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Страница 122 - ... growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down into the glen. 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.
Страница 132 - Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Страница 115 - 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 119 - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much hen-pecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master's going so often astray.
Страница 122 - ... highlands. On the other side, he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, 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...
Страница 114 - 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.
Страница 124 - 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 122 - ... 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.
Страница 125 - ... that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling ; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
Страница 124 - 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.