The King of the Golden RiverD.C. Heath & Company, 1900 - Всего страниц: 57 |
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66 Pray bank of black basket became beg pardon BLACK BROTHERS black stone bottle cast cataract chasms chimney cloak color corner cried curious expression dear descended door doublet drank drink drip dwarf ESQUIRE eyes fell fire furnace glacier Gluck looked Gluck stood Gluck's head Gluck's heart Gluck's little gold Golden River grew gush Hollo holy water hour JOHN RUSKIN King kitchen knocker Lala-lira-la legs lips little gentleman little Gluck little valley lying M. V. O'SHEA melted mercy is holy morning mountains mug to look mutton ODD MUG old gentleman path priest PROSPERED THEREIN rain red sand replied river rose wildly roar rocks rolling-pin round Ruskin Schwartz climbed seemed shadows shook singing sorry SOUTHWEST WIND strange stream sudden horror thought Gluck three drops Treasure Valley unholy UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSIN voice walked waves window wreaths
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Стр. 46 - And the bank of black cloud rose to the zenith, and out of it came bursts of spiry lightning, and waves of darkness seemed to heave and float between their flashes, over the whole heavens. And the sky where the sun was setting was all level, and like a lake of blood; and a strong wind came out of that sky, tearing its crimson clouds into fragments, and scattering them far into the darkness. And when Schwartz stood by the brink of the Golden River, its waves were black, like...
Стр. 6 - I'm wet, let me in." To do the little gentleman justice, he was wet. His feather hung down between his legs like a beaten puppy's tail, dripping like an umbrella ; and from the ends of his mustaches the water was running into his waistcoat pockets, and out again like a mill stream. " I beg pardon, sir," said Gluck, " I'm very sorry, but I really can't.
Стр. 17 - ... him with a great bang, and there drove past the window at the same instant a wreath of ragged cloud that whirled and rolled away down the valley in all manner of shapes, turning over and over in the air and melting away at last in a gush of rain. "A very pretty business, indeed, Mr. Gluck!
Стр. 11 - No, thank you," said the old gentleman. "Your cap, sir?" "I am all right, thank you," said the old gentleman rather gruffly. "But — sir — I'm very sorry," said Gluck, hesitatingly; "but — really, sir — you're — putting the fire out." "It'll take longer to do the mutton, then,
Стр. 37 - ... while his ears grew dull and his head giddy with the constant gush and roar of the concealed waters. These painful circumstances increased upon him as he advanced ; the ice crashed and yawned into fresh chasms at his feet, tottering spires nodded around him, and fell thundering across his path ; and though he had repeatedly faced these dangers on the most terrific glaciers, and in the wildest weather, it was with a...
Стр. 8 - Round he went to the door and opened it; and as the little gentleman walked in there came a gust of wind through the house that made the old chimneys totter. " That's a good boy," said the little gentleman. 41 Never mind your brothers. I'll talk to them." " Pray, sir, don't do any such thing,
Стр. 2 - They all descended on the other side of the mountains, and wound away through broad plains and by populous cities. But the clouds were drawn so constantly to the snowy hills, and rested so softly in the circular hollow, that, in time of drought and heat, when all the country round was burnt up, there was still rain in the little valley ; and its crops were so heavy, and its hay so high, and its apples so red, and its grapes so blue, and its wine so rich, and its honey so sweet, that it was a marvel...
Стр. 22 - ... metal, and these wreaths descended into, and mixed with, a beard and whiskers of the same exquisite workmanship, which surrounded and decorated a very fierce little face, of the reddest gold imaginable, right in the front of the mug, with a pair of eyes in it which seemed to command its whole circumference.
Стр. 2 - Hans, the two elder brothers, were very ugly men, with overhanging eyebrows and small dull eyes, which were always half shut, so that you could not see into them, and always fancied they saw very far into you. They lived by farming the Treasure Valley, and very good farmers they were. They killed everything that did not pay for its eating. They shot the blackbirds, because they pecked the fruit...
Стр. 25 - It seemed to be coming not only out of the furnace, but out of the pot. He uncovered it and ran back in a great fright, for the pot was certainly singing! He stood in the farthest corner of the room with his hands up and his mouth open for a minute or two, when the singing stopped, and the voice became clear and pronunciative. "Hollo!" said the voice. Gluck made no answer. "Hollo! Gluck, my boy,