The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG.P. Putnam's sons, 1848 - 464 страници |
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... wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thun dering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where ...
... wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thun dering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where ...
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... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
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... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the seren- ity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the seren- ity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
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... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the moun- tain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the moun- tain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
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... wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage ; a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers tastefully disposed about the door , and on the grass- plot in front . A small ...
... wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage ; a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers tastefully disposed about the door , and on the grass- plot in front . A small ...
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Страница 59 - There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair, long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper.
Страница 62 - I am your father!" cried he — "Young Rip Van Winkle once — old Rip Van Winkle now ! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?" All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, " Sure enough ! it is Rip Van Winkle — it is himself. Welcome home again, old neighbor ! Why, where have you been these twenty long years?
Страница 60 - ... There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, " Nicholas Vedder ! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Страница 54 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colors. There was one who seemed to be the commander.
Страница 62 - 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 55 - ... of excellent Hollands. He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another, and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Страница 184 - ... if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet, — then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action will come thronging back upon thy memory and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
Страница 51 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live, thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!" Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
Страница 54 - Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed statuelike gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
Страница 64 - Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, wellfurnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to any thing else but his business.