The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1849 - 465 páginas |
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... soon as possible , addressing Castle- street , Edinburgh . " In a postscript , written from Edinburgh , he adds , " I am just come here , and have glanced over the Sketch Book . It is positively beautiful , and increases my desire to ...
... soon as possible , addressing Castle- street , Edinburgh . " In a postscript , written from Edinburgh , he adds , " I am just come here , and have glanced over the Sketch Book . It is positively beautiful , and increases my desire to ...
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... soon received a reply : " I observe with pleasure that you are going to come forth in Britain . It is certainly not the very best way to publish on one's own accompt ; for the booksellers set their face against the circulation of such ...
... soon received a reply : " I observe with pleasure that you are going to come forth in Britain . It is certainly not the very best way to publish on one's own accompt ; for the booksellers set their face against the circulation of such ...
Página xii
... soon be the case . I trust to be in London about the middle of the month , and promise myself great pleasure in once again shaking you by the hand . " The first volume of the Sketch Book was put to press in London as I had resolved , at ...
... soon be the case . I trust to be in London about the middle of the month , and promise myself great pleasure in once again shaking you by the hand . " The first volume of the Sketch Book was put to press in London as I had resolved , at ...
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... soon put all these dismal reflections to flight . It is impossible to resist the gladdening influence of fine weather and fair wind at When the ship is decked out in all her canvas , every sail swelled , and careering gayly over the ...
... soon put all these dismal reflections to flight . It is impossible to resist the gladdening influence of fine weather and fair wind at When the ship is decked out in all her canvas , every sail swelled , and careering gayly over the ...
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... soon perceive that something is secretly preying upon your mind ; and true love will not brook reserve ; it feels undervalued and outraged , when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it . " " Oh , but , my friend ! to ...
... soon perceive that something is secretly preying upon your mind ; and true love will not brook reserve ; it feels undervalued and outraged , when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it . " " Oh , but , my friend ! to ...
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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.