Works, Volumen2G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1848 |
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... pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly understood him , and knew how to gather his opinions . When any thing that was read or related displeased him , he was observed to smoke his ...
... pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly understood him , and knew how to gather his opinions . When any thing that was read or related displeased him , he was observed to smoke his ...
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... sign , however , the ruby face of King George , under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was sin- gularly metamorphosed . The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff , a sword was held 66 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
... sign , however , the ruby face of King George , under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was sin- gularly metamorphosed . The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff , a sword was held 66 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
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... pipe , uttering clouds of tobacco- smoke instead of idle speeches ; or Van Bummel , the schoolmaster , doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper . In place of these , a lean , bilious - looking fellow , with his pockets full of ...
... pipe , uttering clouds of tobacco- smoke instead of idle speeches ; or Van Bummel , the schoolmaster , doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper . In place of these , a lean , bilious - looking fellow , with his pockets full of ...
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... , " Where's Nicholas Vedder ? " 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 68 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
... , " Where's Nicholas Vedder ? " 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 68 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
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... pipes , and most of them with some kind of evening potation . I found their mirth was occasioned by anecdotes , which a little swarthy Frenchman , with a dry weazen face and large whiskers , was giving of his love adventures ; at the ...
... pipes , and most of them with some kind of evening potation . I found their mirth was occasioned by anecdotes , which a little swarthy Frenchman , with a dry weazen face and large whiskers , was giving of his love adventures ; at the ...
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Página 32 - 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?
Página 21 - 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!
Página 440 - ... improvement, which is making such incessant changes in other parts of this restless country, sweeps by them unobserved. They are like those little nooks of still water which border a rapid stream; where we may see the straw and bubble riding quietly at anchor, or slowly revolving in their mimic harbor, undisturbed by the rush of the passing current.
Página 23 - They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's. Their visages, too, were peculiar...
Página 22 - Passing through the ravine, they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud.
Página 19 - ... august personage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago, who charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of idleness. Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair; and his only alternative, to escape from the...
Página 445 - Mather's direful tales, until the gathering dusk of the evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Then, as he wended his way, by swamp and stream and awful woodland, to the farmhouse where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, fluttered his excited imagination : the moan of the whip-poor-will...
Página 21 - Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round, but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the mountain. He thought his fancy must have deceived him, and turned again to descend, when he heard the same cry ring through the still evening air; " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle...
Página 32 - Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since— his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.
Página 35 - ... 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 anything else but his business.