The Latchstring to Maine Woods and WatersHoughton Mifflin, 1916 - 228 pagina's |
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... once dis- covered . And because these mines are richer , and deeper , and more accessible than any others of their like , the world is making a beaten path to the door . The latchstring is out . PORTLAND , MAINE , May 1 , 1916 . WALTER ...
... once dis- covered . And because these mines are richer , and deeper , and more accessible than any others of their like , the world is making a beaten path to the door . The latchstring is out . PORTLAND , MAINE , May 1 , 1916 . WALTER ...
Pagina 9
... Once here there is a sort of well - I - breathe - again feeling , and your desire is to do something and do it right away . Of course , those of us who were born here and grew up with the State and its wonderful cli- mate that is , some ...
... Once here there is a sort of well - I - breathe - again feeling , and your desire is to do something and do it right away . Of course , those of us who were born here and grew up with the State and its wonderful cli- mate that is , some ...
Pagina 16
... once more - us boys especially could not understand it ; for pleasure was to be found , not by such a dull thing as a brook or a pond , but in Washington Street and Broadway , known to us only by tradition and rumor [ 16 ] The Latchstring.
... once more - us boys especially could not understand it ; for pleasure was to be found , not by such a dull thing as a brook or a pond , but in Washington Street and Broadway , known to us only by tradition and rumor [ 16 ] The Latchstring.
Pagina 25
... of progress . How well I remember Mister Bodge - another Bodge- and Mister Barrel , the passenger conductors through our town . Big men these . One of them spoke to me once . And I was swollen with inordinate worldly [ 25 ] The Open Door.
... of progress . How well I remember Mister Bodge - another Bodge- and Mister Barrel , the passenger conductors through our town . Big men these . One of them spoke to me once . And I was swollen with inordinate worldly [ 25 ] The Open Door.
Pagina 26
Walter Crane Emerson. me once . And I was swollen with inordinate worldly pride . He told me to get off the car steps . I got , but had I not been addressed by a greater than kings ? And genial Johnny Mace , now dean of the main - line ...
Walter Crane Emerson. me once . And I was swollen with inordinate worldly pride . He told me to get off the car steps . I got , but had I not been addressed by a greater than kings ? And genial Johnny Mace , now dean of the main - line ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Populaire passages
Pagina 169 - It is a country full of evergreen trees, of mossy silver birches and watery maples, the ground dotted with insipid, small, red berries, and strewn with damp and moss-grown rocks, — a country diversified with innumerable lakes and rapid streams, peopled with trout...
Pagina 157 - The village stood on a wide plain, and around it rose the mountains. They were green to their tops in summer, and in the winter white through their serried pines and drifting mists, but at every season serious and beautiful, furrowed with hollow shadows, and taking the light on masses and stretches of iron-grey crag.
Pagina 100 - An' she looked full ez rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin'. 'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look On sech a blessed cretur, A dogrose blushin' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter. He was six foot o' man, A 1, Clear grit an' human natur' ; None couldn't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter.
Pagina 170 - ... white man. Such is the home of the moose, the bear, the caribou, the wolf, the beaver, and the Indian. Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest, where Nature, though it be mid-winter, is ever in her spring, where the moss-grown and decaying trees are not old, but seem to enjoy a perpetual youth; and blissful, innocent Nature, like a serene infant, is too happy to make a noise, except by a few tinkling, lisping birds and trickling rills? What a place...
Pagina 158 - Behind the black boles of the elms that swept the vista of the street with the fine gray tracery of their boughs, stood the houses, deep-sunken in the accumulating drifts, through which each householder kept a path cut from his doorway to the road, white and clean as if hewn out of marble.
Pagina 136 - Do you know the blackened timber — do you know that racing stream With the raw, right-angled log-jam at the end; And the bar of sun-warmed shingle where a man may bask and dream To the click of shod canoe-poles round the bend? It is there that we are going with our rods and reels and traces, To a silent, smoky Indian that we know — To a couch of new-pulled hemlock with the starlight on our faces, For the Red Gods call us out and we must go ! They must go — go, etc.
Pagina 157 - They were green to their tops in summer, and in winter white through their serried pines and drifting mists, but at every season serious and beautiful, furrowed with hollow shadows, and taking the light on masses and stretches of iron-gray crag. The river swam through the plain in long curves, and slipped away at last through an unseen pass to the southward, tracing a score of miles in its course over a space that measured but three or four. The plain was very fertile, and its features, if few and...
Pagina 159 - Some cross-streets straggled away east and west with the poorer dwellings; but this, that followed the northward and southward reach of the plain, was the main thoroughfare, and had its own impressiveness, with those square white houses which they build so large in northern New England. They were all kept in scrupulous repair, though here and there the frost and thaw of many winters had heaved a fence out of plumb, and threatened the poise of the monumental urns of painted pine on gatepost.
Pagina 170 - Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest, where Nature, though it be mid-winter, is ever in her spring, where the moss-grown and decaying trees are not old, but seem to enjoy a perpetual youth; and blissful, innocent Nature, like a serene infant, is too happy to make a noise, except by a few tinkling, lisping birds and trickling rills ? THOREAU: The Maine Woods.
Pagina 170 - ... and mosquitoes, more formidable than wolves to the white man. Such is the home of the moose, the bear, the caribou, the wolf, the beaver, and the Indian. Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest...