Model English: The development of thoughtAllyn and Bacon, 1920 |
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admiration Analysis Angler Baltus Van Tassel beauties Benedict Arnold birds bosom Briefly bright characteristic trait charm cheer Christmas church comparison connected delight dependent clauses Developed by circumstances Developed by contrasting Developed by enumeration Developed by giving Developed by paraphrase effects English Writers EXERCISE Falstaff fancied feeling following paragraph forest gathering film green heart Ichabod Ichabod Crane idea Indian Character John Bull Katrina Van Tassel kind land landscape Legend of Sleepy Little Britain look merate mind mingled mode of development Model monuments native nature period Philip of Pokanoket phrase pleasure pride proposition Rip Van Winkle Roscoe Rural Funerals scene scenery second sentence seemed Sense suspended ship Sleepy Hollow sometimes sorrow sound spirit Stratford-on-Avon student Subjects for Imitations suspended by dependent tence thought tion topic sentence Traits of Indian trees Unity Westminster Abbey winter words Writers on America
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第 142 頁 - Jesus' sake, forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here: Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
第 153 頁 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
第 96 頁 - How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him! And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings!
第 36 頁 - Mather's direful tales, until the gathering dusk of the evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Then, as he wended his way by swamp and stream and awful woodland, to the farmhouse where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, fluttered his excited imagination: the moan of the whip-poor-will...
第 143 頁 - As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly Autumn.
第 120 頁 - The blast that bore it to our ears swept us out of all farther hearing. I shall never forget that cry! It was some time before we could put the ship about, she was under such headway. We returned, as nearly as we could guess, to the place where the smack had anchored. We cruised about for several hours in the dense fog. We fired signal-guns, and listened if we might hear the halloo of any survivors; but all was silent — we never saw or heard anything of them more.
第 103 頁 - But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy — there it is that we dwell upon the' tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene.
第 174 頁 - What long-drawn cadences! What solemn sweeping concords ! It grows more and more dense and powerful — it fills the vast pile, and seems to jar the very walls — the ear is stunned — the senses are overwhelmed. And now it is winding up in full jubilee — it is rising from the earth to heaven — the very soul seems rapt away and floated upwards on this swelling tide of harmony!
第 150 頁 - ... used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them. In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody's business but his own ; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible. In fact, he declared it was of no use to work on his farm ; it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country ; everything about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him.
第 46 頁 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. " Surely," thought Eip, "I have not slept here all night.