American Prose: Hawthorne: Irving: Longfellow: Whittier: Holmes: Lowell: Thoreau: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1880 - 424 стор. |
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... village to which he returned . This story , which was published with others in 1800 , may very likely have been the immediate suggestion to Irving , who has taken nearly the same framework . The humorous additions which he has made ...
... village to which he returned . This story , which was published with others in 1800 , may very likely have been the immediate suggestion to Irving , who has taken nearly the same framework . The humorous additions which he has made ...
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... village , whose shingle - roofs gleam among 1 There was a popular story that only three farthings were struck in Queen Anne's reign ; that two were in public keeping , and that the third was no one knew where , but that its lucky finder ...
... village , whose shingle - roofs gleam among 1 There was a popular story that only three farthings were struck in Queen Anne's reign ; that two were in public keeping , and that the third was no one knew where , but that its lucky finder ...
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... village of great antiquity , hav- ing been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early time of the province , just about the be- ginning of the government of the good Peter Stuy- vesant , 1 ( may he rest in peace ! ) and there ...
... village of great antiquity , hav- ing been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early time of the province , just about the be- ginning of the government of the good Peter Stuy- vesant , 1 ( may he rest in peace ! ) and there ...
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... village , who , as usual , with the amiable sex , took his part in all family squabbles ; and never failed , whenever they talked those matters over in their evening gossipings , to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle . The children of ...
... village , who , as usual , with the amiable sex , took his part in all family squabbles ; and never failed , whenever they talked those matters over in their evening gossipings , to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle . The children of ...
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... village , too , used to employ him to run their errands , and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them . In a word , Rip was ready to attend to anybody's business but his own ; but as to doing ...
... village , too , used to employ him to run their errands , and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them . In a word , Rip was ready to attend to anybody's business but his own ; but as to doing ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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,...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.