The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1849 - 465 páginas |
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... called Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , you will find some notice of your works in the last number : the author is a friend of mine , to whom I have introduced you in your literary capacity . His name is Lockhart , a young man of very ...
... called Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , you will find some notice of your works in the last number : the author is a friend of mine , to whom I have introduced you in your literary capacity . His name is Lockhart , a young man of very ...
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... called to it by the extracts which had previously appeared in the Literary Gazette , and by the kind word spoken by the editor of that periodical , and it was getting into fair circulation , when my worthy bookseller failed before the ...
... called to it by the extracts which had previously appeared in the Literary Gazette , and by the kind word spoken by the editor of that periodical , and it was getting into fair circulation , when my worthy bookseller failed before the ...
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... called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the ...
... called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the ...
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... called upon me in the evening . He had disposed of his dwelling house , and taken a small cottage in the country , a few miles from town . He had been busied all day in sending out furniture . The new establishment required few articles ...
... called upon me in the evening . He had disposed of his dwelling house , and taken a small cottage in the country , a few miles from town . He had been busied all day in sending out furniture . The new establishment required few articles ...
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... called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice ; and who , secure in their elevation , seemed to look down and ...
... called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice ; and who , secure in their elevation , seemed to look down and ...
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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.