Descriptive WritingMacmillan, 1911 - 275 páginas |
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arches beauty beneath blue bright brown character CHARLES DICKENS clouds color dark delicate Dhu Heartach earth effect Egdon epithets eyes face faint feeling feet figure foam G. P. Putnam's Sons gaze GEORGE ELIOT gleaming grass gray green hair HAMLIN GARLAND hand head heath heaven Hepzibah hills houses human hung imagination impression JAMES LANE ALLEN JOHN RUSKIN KIPLING lady landscape leaves lifted light lips look Maelström Maggie marble Marner mind motion NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE natural night object observed pale permission of Houghton picture pillars purple Pyncheon reader ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rocks rose round Rudyard Kipling RUSKIN scarlet scene seemed seen shade shadows side sight Silas Marner sort sound stone stood strange suggestion tall thing THOMAS CARLYLE tion tower trees Uriah voice walk walls waves whole wind yellow young
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Página 39 - Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head...
Página 40 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
Página 32 - 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. I know not how it was — but with the first glimpse of the building a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.
Página 141 - ... 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. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a...
Página 140 - 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.
Página 40 - If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.
Página 131 - I have always observed that the visitors to the abbey remain longest about them. A kinder and fonder feeling takes place of that cold curiosity or vague admiration with which they gaze on the splendid monuments of the great and the heroic. They linger about these as about the tombs of friends and companions; for indeed there is something of companionship between the author and the reader.
Página 142 - Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun, and keep in the shade of a large tree; so that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun-dial.
Página 33 - I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down — but with a shudder even more thrilling than before — upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eyelike windows.
Página 77 - Rock-rooted, stretched athwart the vacancy Its swinging boughs, to each inconstant blast Yielding one only response, at each pause, In most familiar cadence : with the howl, The thunder and the hiss of homeless streams Mingling its solemn song...