American StoriesEdward Everett Hale World book Company, 1903 - Počet stran: 270 |
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Animula appearance asked Balt Baltus Van Tassel began beheld Brom Bones called church cried Dame Van Winkle Dennis diamond door double Dutch EDWARD EVERETT HALE Ernest eyes farm-house fellow FITZ-JAMES O'BRIEN flagon Fort Adams forty carats Frederic Ingham gaze ghost glen hand haunted Hawthorne head hear heard heart hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane idea imagination Irving knew knight-errant lens looked ment microscope mind Moskoe-strom mother mountain Naguadavick NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE neighborhood never night Nolan passed Philip Nolan Polly poor Rip Rip Van Winkle rocks round rustic Sandema Sandemanian scene school-house schoolmaster seemed seen side Simon Sleepy Hollow spirit Stone Face stood strange sure talk Tassel tell thing thought tion told took tree turned valley village voice Vulpes WASHINGTON IRVING whirl whole wild witching wonderful word
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Strana 147 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Strana 2 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Strana 11 - With some difficulty he got down into the glen: he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to scramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch, sassafras, and witch-hazel...
Strana 14 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Strana 10 - ... the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip," cried she, "hush, you little fool; the old man won't hurt you.
Strana 16 - ... to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone, " What brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder, and a mob at his heels ? and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village ? " —
Strana 22 - He was gaunt and shagged, with a ewe neck and a head like a hammer; his rusty mane and tail were tangled and knotted with burrs; one eye had lost its pupil, and was glaring and spectral; but the other had the gleam of a genuine devil in it.
Strana xiii - 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.
Strana 1 - Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that by frequent use had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.
Strana 16 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question, when a knowing, self-important old gentleman in a sharp cocked hat made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether...