The Works of Washington Irving, Том 2G. P. Putnam, 1853 |
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... light of knowledge and the charities of cultivated life ;. and has thus bound together those scattered portions of the human race , be- tween which nature seemed to have thrown an insurmountable barrier . We one day descried some ...
... light of knowledge and the charities of cultivated life ;. and has thus bound together those scattered portions of the human race , be- tween which nature seemed to have thrown an insurmountable barrier . We one day descried some ...
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... light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain . " As I was once sailing , " said he , " in a fine ...
... light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain . " As I was once sailing , " said he , " in a fine ...
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... lights at the mast - head , and a constant watch for- ward to look out for fishing smacks , which are accustomed to ... light . We struck her just amid - ships . The force , the size , and weight of our ves- sel bore her down below the ...
... lights at the mast - head , and a constant watch for- ward to look out for fishing smacks , which are accustomed to ... light . We struck her just amid - ships . The force , the size , and weight of our ves- sel bore her down below the ...
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... light on further traces of Mr. Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman , to view the environs of Liverpool , when he turned off , through a gate , into some ornamented grounds . After riding a short distance , we came to a spacious ...
... light on further traces of Mr. Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman , to view the environs of Liverpool , when he turned off , through a gate , into some ornamented grounds . After riding a short distance , we came to a spacious ...
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... To tell her that I have dragged her down from the sphere in which she might have continued to move in constant brightness - the light of every eye -the admiration of every heart ! —How can she bear 34 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... To tell her that I have dragged her down from the sphere in which she might have continued to move in constant brightness - the light of every eye -the admiration of every heart ! —How can she bear 34 THE SKETCH BOOK .
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Страница 47 - 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 Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
Страница 54 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman ? " asked he.
Страница 45 - He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it. On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.
Страница 50 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog, that looked like "Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. —
Страница 219 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Страница 55 - He recollected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson," the first discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his crew of the Halfmoon...
Страница 53 - Nicholas Vedder ! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Страница 51 - Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red nightcap...
Страница 38 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country.
Страница 300 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.