Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1860 - 465 страници |
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... dark- ness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the 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 ...
... dark- ness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the 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 ...
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... darkness and humiliation , yet there is still a little world of love at home , of which he is the monarch . Whereas a single man is apt to run to waste and self - neglect ; to fancy himself lonely and abandoned , and his heart to fall ...
... darkness and humiliation , yet there is still a little world of love at home , of which he is the monarch . Whereas a single man is apt to run to waste and self - neglect ; to fancy himself lonely and abandoned , and his heart to fall ...
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... dark hour of adversity . No man knows what the wife of his bosom is - no man knows what a ministering angel she is — until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world . " There was something in the earnestness of my ...
... dark hour of adversity . No man knows what the wife of his bosom is - no man knows what a ministering angel she is — until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world . " There was something in the earnestness of my ...
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... 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 ! Rip ...
... 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 ! Rip ...
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... dark and dingy quarters of the city , the drawing - room window resembles frequently a bank of flowers ; every spot capable of vegetation has its grass - plot and flower- bed ; and every square its mimic park , laid out with pictur ...
... dark and dingy quarters of the city , the drawing - room window resembles frequently a bank of flowers ; every spot capable of vegetation has its grass - plot and flower- bed ; and every square its mimic park , laid out with pictur ...
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Страница 61 - 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 57 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared.
Страница 59 - 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 46 - I have observed that he was a simple, good-natured man; he was, moreover, a kind neighbor, and an obedient henpecked husband. Indeed, to the latter circumstance might be owing that meekness of spirit which gained him such universal popularity; for those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad who are under the discipline of shrews at home.
Страница 63 - 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 Half-moon...
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 churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Страница 56 - The rocks presented a high impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows...
Страница 63 - Half-moon, being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name ; that his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in a hollow of the mountain ; and that he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like distant peals of thunder.
Страница 50 - ... curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation. From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage, and call the members all to...
Страница 420 - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.