American Prose: Hawthorne, Irving and OthersHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 - 414 стор. |
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... volume are impelled to ask for the fuller works of the authors whose acquain- tance as writers of prose they may here make . In American Poems a brief biographical sketch of each writer was given ; and since a similar plan in this volume ...
... volume are impelled to ask for the fuller works of the authors whose acquain- tance as writers of prose they may here make . In American Poems a brief biographical sketch of each writer was given ; and since a similar plan in this volume ...
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... volumes , under the titles : Passages from the American Note - Books of Nathaniel Hawthorne , Passages from the ... volumes containing his col- lected stories , one finds many frank expressions of the interest which Hawthorne took in his ...
... volumes , under the titles : Passages from the American Note - Books of Nathaniel Hawthorne , Passages from the ... volumes containing his col- lected stories , one finds many frank expressions of the interest which Hawthorne took in his ...
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... volumes , published , the first in 1837 , the second in 1842 ; Mosses from an Old Manse , in 1846 ; The Snow - Image and other Twice - Told Tales , in 1851 . They had a limited circle of readers . Some recognized his genius , but it was ...
... volumes , published , the first in 1837 , the second in 1842 ; Mosses from an Old Manse , in 1846 ; The Snow - Image and other Twice - Told Tales , in 1851 . They had a limited circle of readers . Some recognized his genius , but it was ...
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... volume in his hand , which alternately he read , and then , with a finger between the leaves , looked lovingly at the Great Stone Face . " Good evening , " said the poet . " Can you give a traveller a night's lodging ? " " Willingly ...
... volume in his hand , which alternately he read , and then , with a finger between the leaves , looked lovingly at the Great Stone Face . " Good evening , " said the poet . " Can you give a traveller a night's lodging ? " " Willingly ...
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... laid his finger on the volume that Ernest had been reading . " You have read these poems , " said he . " You know me , then , for I wrote them . " Again , and still more earnestly than before , Ernest THE GREAT STONE FACE . 49.
... laid his finger on the volume that Ernest had been reading . " You have read these poems , " said he . " You know me , then , for I wrote them . " Again , and still more earnestly than before , Ernest THE GREAT STONE FACE . 49.
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Сторінка 297 - Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested...
Сторінка 103 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!" Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and, if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart. In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day, Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Catskill Mountains.
Сторінка 111 - 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. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke, instead of idle speeches ; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents 'of an ancient newspaper.
Сторінка 97 - 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.
Сторінка 101 - ... and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue ? The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
Сторінка 98 - ... lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina.
Сторінка 111 - The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired "on which side he voted?" Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, "Whether he was Federal or Democrat?
Сторінка 111 - Hill— heroes of seventysix— and other words, which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle. The appearance of Rip, with his long grizzled beard, his rusty fowling-piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women and children at his heels, soon attracted the attention of the tavern politicians.
Сторінка 97 - ... about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory. At the foot of these fairy mountains...
Сторінка 114 - He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name? "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end.