 | Edith Wharton - 1911 - 214 páginas
...Abreast of the schoolhouse the road forked, and we dipped down a lane to the left, between hemlock boughs bent inward to their trunks by the weight of the snow....and oppression of the scene I did not know what to 21 answer. The snow had ceased, and a flash of watery sunlight exposed the house on the slope above... | |
 | Edith Wharton - 1919 - 202 páginas
...stream dashed with yellow-white spume, and its cluster of sheds sagging under their white load. Frame did not even turn his head as we drove by, and still...make the landscape lonelier. "That's my place," said Frame, with a sideway jerk of his lame elbow; and in the distress and oppression of the scene I did... | |
 | Martha Celeste Carpentier, Bárbara Ozieblo - 2006 - 309 páginas
...even funereal— atmosphere. In Ethan Frome, the narrator describes the protagonist's homestead as "one of those lonely New England farmhouses that make the landscape lonelier" (21). It is a dismal dwelling, whose flimsy wooden walls, with their blistered coats of paint, afford... | |
 | Edith Wharton - 2008 - 426 páginas
...stream dashed with yellowwhite spume, and its cluster of sheds sagging under their white load. Fro me did not even turn his head as we drove by, and still...landscape lonelier. 'That's my place,' said Frome, with a sidewayjerk of his lame elbow; and in the distress and oppression of the scene I did not know what... | |
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Frome did not even turn his head as we drove by, and still in silence we began to mount the next slope. About a mile farther, on a road I had never travelled, we came to an orchard of starved appletrees writhing over a hillside among outcroppings of slate... 