A Book of Short StoriesStuart Pratt Sherman H. Holt, 1914 - 353 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appeared asked Auld Licht began black veil called Captain character chimney-corner cried dark Denis Dirkovitch door Edgar Allan Poe Eppie Ethan Brand eyes face fancy feeling feet fell fire Gold-Bug gone hand head heard heart Hooper hour Irving Jupiter Kearny Kipling knew lady Legrand light lime-burner Lisbeth Little Mildred looked luck Maletroit Marjory massa matter mess mind minister Minister's Black Veil mountain mystery NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE never night novel once parchment perhaps person replied Rip Van Winkle Robert Louis Stevenson round Rudyard Kipling Sam'l Sam❜l Sanders scarabæus seemed seen shepherd short story side Signal-Man skull smile soul speak star Stevenson stood strange stranger T'nowhead tell thing thought tion took tree turned Twice-Told Tales Unpardonable Sin Usher valley village voice walked Washington Irving White Hussars Will's words young ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite ix - A skilful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents such incidents — he then combines such events as may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect.
Seite 12 - 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. 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.
Seite x - In the whole composition there should be no word written, of which the tendency, direct or indirect, is not to the one pre-established design.
Seite 11 - Passing through the ravine, they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud.
Seite 22 - Some always pretended to doubt the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty.
Seite 9 - ... curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation. From even this strong-hold the unlucky Rip was at length routed...
Seite 8 - 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.
Seite 20 - He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. "I am your father!" cried he. "Young Rip Van Winkle once — old Rip Van Winkle now! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?" All stood amazed until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, "Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle. It is himself! Welcome home again, old neighbor. Why, where have you been these twenty long years?
Seite 64 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Seite 17 - ... 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 he meant to breed a riot in the village?