The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1849 - 465 páginas |
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Washington Irving. Page STRATFORD - ON - AVON , 325 TRAITS OF INDIAN CHARACTER , 349 PHILIP OF POKANOKET , 363 JOHN BULL , 385 THE PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE , 399 THE ANGLER , 411 THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW 423 L'ENVOY , 463 . PREFACE TO THE ...
Washington Irving. Page STRATFORD - ON - AVON , 325 TRAITS OF INDIAN CHARACTER , 349 PHILIP OF POKANOKET , 363 JOHN BULL , 385 THE PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE , 399 THE ANGLER , 411 THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW 423 L'ENVOY , 463 . PREFACE TO THE ...
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... Indians , or a Don Cossack . " I must , therefore , keep on pretty much as I have begun ; writing when I can , not when I would . I shall occasionally shift my residence and write whatever is suggested by objects before me , or whatever ...
... Indians , or a Don Cossack . " I must , therefore , keep on pretty much as I have begun ; writing when I can , not when I would . I shall occasionally shift my residence and write whatever is suggested by objects before me , or whatever ...
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... Indians . Whenever he went dodging about the village , he was surrounded by a troop of them , hanging on his skirts ... Indian corn , or building stone - fences ; the women of the village , too , used to employ him to run their errands ...
... Indians . Whenever he went dodging about the village , he was surrounded by a troop of them , hanging on his skirts ... Indian corn , or building stone - fences ; the women of the village , too , used to employ him to run their errands ...
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... Indian corn and potatoes , yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighborhood . His children , too , were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody . His son Rip , an urchin begotten in his own likeness , promised to ...
... Indian corn and potatoes , yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighborhood . His children , too , were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody . His son Rip , an urchin begotten in his own likeness , promised to ...
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... Indians , nobody can tell . I was then but a little girl . " Rip had but one question more to ask ; but he put it with a faltering voice : " Where's your mother ? " " Oh , she too had died but a short time since ; she broke a blood ...
... Indians , nobody can tell . I was then but a little girl . " Rip had but one question more to ask ; but he put it with a faltering voice : " Where's your mother ? " " Oh , she too had died but a short time since ; she broke a blood ...
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The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon Gent. [i.e. Washington Irving] Washington Irving Vista completa - 1864 |
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Página 419 - IN the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail, and implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small...
Página 49 - 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.
Página 47 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Página 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.
Página 59 - 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 ? " asked he.
Página 54 - ... at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done ? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains.
Página 93 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Página 45 - The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he I was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood. The great error in Rip's...
Página 93 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps. For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 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 church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.