Five Great Authors: Complete Characteristic Selections from the Works of Irving, Hawthorne, Scott, Dickens, HugoWilliam Landon Felter University Publishing Company, 1900 - 216 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adventurers Alhambra appeared arms army Baltus Van Tassel Banquo Bardell Bardell's began beheld Boabdil Boisberthelot called cannon Carbuncle carronade castle character Cluppins corvette countenance cried deck Dickens Dodson and Fogg door Dutch England English Ernest eyes Gathergold gaze gentlemen Governor Manco Granada gunner hand Hawthorne head heard heart hill horse Ichabod Crane Irving jury killed King lady little judge looked lord Macbeth Macduff Master Bardell mind Minquiers morning mountain neighborhood neighbors never night Old Castile passed Perker Phunky Pickwick Pickwick Papers plaintiff poet pron replied Rip Van Winkle sailor Sam Weller Sanders Scotland Scots Scott Scottish seemed seen Serjeant Buzfuz Serjeant Snubbin side silence Skimpin Sleepy Hollow smiled soldier steed Stone Face stood story tell Thane thing thought tion took trees turned valley Vendée Victor Hugo village voice Wallace Weller whole words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 26 - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck to tell which way the wind blew.
Seite 18 - 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.
Seite 17 - In place of these, a lean biliouslooking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens — election — members of Congress — liberty — Bunker's hill — heroes of seventy-six — and other words which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle.
Seite 7 - ... about it went wrong, and would go wrong in spite of him. His fences were continually falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray or get among...
Seite 19 - ... 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.
Seite 35 - It was one of those spacious farmhouses with high-ridged but lowly-sloping roofs, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers, the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front capable of being closed up in bad weather.
Seite 43 - ... and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields, breathing the...
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 19 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
Seite 14 - ... with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.