Knickerbocker Stories from the Old Dutch Days of New YorkNewson, 1897 - 140 страници |
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... the newly scrubbed pavements , the fresh- painted houses , the " varnished " tree - trunks , and of many other such things . See pp . 23 , 24 , 25 . tion and chagrin in an ineffectual attempt to scour a 22 KNICKERBOCKER STORIES . PAGE 5.
... the newly scrubbed pavements , the fresh- painted houses , the " varnished " tree - trunks , and of many other such things . See pp . 23 , 24 , 25 . tion and chagrin in an ineffectual attempt to scour a 22 KNICKERBOCKER STORIES . PAGE 5.
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... trees clipped into all kinds of ingenious shapes and fancies , and little " lust " houses ' or pavilions . 2 I alighted outside of the village , for no horse nor vehicle is permitted to enter its precincts , lest it should cause ...
... trees clipped into all kinds of ingenious shapes and fancies , and little " lust " houses ' or pavilions . 2 I alighted outside of the village , for no horse nor vehicle is permitted to enter its precincts , lest it should cause ...
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... trees in front of the houses were by the same process made to look as if they had been varnished . The porches , doors , and window - frames of the houses were of exotic ' woods , curiously carved , and polished like costly furniture ...
... trees in front of the houses were by the same process made to look as if they had been varnished . The porches , doors , and window - frames of the houses were of exotic ' woods , curiously carved , and polished like costly furniture ...
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Washington Irving. beloved city , of a holyday afternoon , riding jollily among the tree - tops , or over the roofs of the houses , now and then draw- ing forth magnificent presents from his breeches pockets , and dropping them down the ...
Washington Irving. beloved city , of a holyday afternoon , riding jollily among the tree - tops , or over the roofs of the houses , now and then draw- ing forth magnificent presents from his breeches pockets , and dropping them down the ...
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... trees , advancing into the bay- there the long woodland slope , sweeping up from the shore in rich luxuriance , and terminating in the upland precipice- while at a distance a long waving line of rocky heights threw 1 the Palisades . 2 ...
... trees , advancing into the bay- there the long woodland slope , sweeping up from the shore in rich luxuriance , and terminating in the upland precipice- while at a distance a long waving line of rocky heights threw 1 the Palisades . 2 ...
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Страница 101 - Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows!
Страница 98 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe, but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Страница 99 - In place of these, a lean biliouslooking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens — election — members of Congress — liberty — Bunker's hill — heroes of seventy-six — and other words which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle.
Страница 101 - 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?
Страница 101 - ... the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip," cried she, "hush, you little fool; the old man won't hurt you.
Страница 92 - Eip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing, the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, "Rip Van Winkle!
Страница 117 - It was one of those spacious farmhouses with high-ridged but lowly-sloping roofs, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers, the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front capable of being closed up in bad weather.
Страница 105 - A pleasing land of drowsy -head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Страница 89 - ... of him. His fences were continually falling to pieces ; his cow would either go astray, or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than anywhere else ; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out-door work to do ; so that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his management, acre by acre, until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighborhood.
Страница 99 - ... what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder, and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village?