 | Charles Edwards Lester - 1846 - 346 страници
...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. He looked for his gun, but, in place of the clean, well-oiled fowling-piece, found an old firelock... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1848 - 478 страници
...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...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks —the wobegone party at nine-pins—the... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1848 - 518 страници
...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...breasting the pure mountain breeze. " Surely," thought Eip, "I have not slept here all night." He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange... | |
 | 1849 - 340 страници
...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...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the wobegone party... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1849 - 544 страници
...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...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of 9 *• -,•»•• '•• MM ieprr*. K •mil hl M liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1849 - 484 страници
...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...breasting the pure mountain breeze. " Surely," thought Kip, "I have not slept here all night." He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1850 - 534 страници
...and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. " Surely," thought Eip, " I have not slept here all night." He recalled the...occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the wobegone party... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1853 - 524 страници
...slept here all night." He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg ol liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat...rocks — the wobegone party at nine-pins — the flagon — " Oh ! that flagon! that wicked flagon!" thought Rip — "what excuse shall I make to Dame... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 страници
...not slept here all night." He recalled the occarrences before he feil asleep. The stränge man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild...rocks — the wo-begone party at nine-pins — the flagon — »Ohl the flagon! that wicked flagon!" thought Rip — „what excuse shall I make to Dame... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1856 - 592 страници
...the old man of the glen. He rubbed bis 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. 212 213 - Surely," thought Rip, " I have not slept here all niiçht." He recalled the occurrences before... | |
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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... 
