The Works of Washington Irving...: Sketch book. 1848G. P. Putnam, 1848 |
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... young man of very considerable talent , and who will soon be intimately connected with my family . My faithful friend Knickerbocker is to be next examined and * I cannot avoid subjoining in a note a succeeding paragraph of Scott's ...
... young man of very considerable talent , and who will soon be intimately connected with my family . My faithful friend Knickerbocker is to be next examined and * I cannot avoid subjoining in a note a succeeding paragraph of Scott's ...
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... young woman of humble dress , but interesting demeanor . She was leaning forward from among the crowd ; her eye hurried over the ship as it neared the shore , to catch some wished - for countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ...
... young woman of humble dress , but interesting demeanor . She was leaning forward from among the crowd ; her eye hurried over the ship as it neared the shore , to catch some wished - for countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ...
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... which , unfor- tunately , are not exercised by many , or this world would be a paradise . But his private life is peculiarly worthy the attention of the citizens of our young and busy country , where literature ROSCOE . 23.
... which , unfor- tunately , are not exercised by many , or this world would be a paradise . But his private life is peculiarly worthy the attention of the citizens of our young and busy country , where literature ROSCOE . 23.
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Washington Irving. citizens of our young and busy country , where literature and the elegant arts must grow up side by side with the coarser plants of daily necessity ; and must depend for their culture , not on the exclusive devotion of ...
Washington Irving. citizens of our young and busy country , where literature and the elegant arts must grow up side by side with the coarser plants of daily necessity ; and must depend for their culture , not on the exclusive devotion of ...
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... , at least , in this intelligence . The honest man could contain himself no longer . He caught his daughter and her child in his arms . " I am your father ! ” cried he- " Young Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip RIP VAN WINKLE . 59.
... , at least , in this intelligence . The honest man could contain himself no longer . He caught his daughter and her child in his arms . " I am your father ! ” cried he- " Young Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip RIP VAN WINKLE . 59.
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Страница 58 - 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 churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Страница 56 - 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 55 - 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.
Страница 44 - In that same village, and in one of these very houses, (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten,) there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of fort Christina.
Страница 43 - 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 56 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.
Страница 58 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war— congress— Stony Point— he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?" "Oh, Rip Van Winkle!" exclaimed two or three, "Oh, to be sure! that's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against...
Страница 47 - For a long while he used to console himself when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
Страница 222 - And now they rise in triumph and acclamation, heaving higher and higher their accordant notes, and piling sound on sound. And now they pause, and the soft voices of the choir break out into sweet gushes of melody; they soar aloft, and warble along the roof, and seem to play about these lofty vaults like the pure airs of heaven. Again the pealing organ heaves its thrilling thunders, compressing air into music, and rolling it forth upon the soul.
Страница 46 - Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that by frequent use had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked a fresh volley from his wife, so that he was fain to draw off his forces and take to the outside of the house, the only side which in truth...