The sketch bookGeorge P. Putnam, 1849 |
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... morning when the thrilling cry of " land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but those who have expe- rienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom , when he first comes in ...
... morning when the thrilling cry of " land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but those who have expe- rienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom , when he first comes in ...
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... morning without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately ...
... morning without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately ...
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... Morning , noon , and night , her tongue was incessantly going , and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind , and that , by frequent ...
... Morning , noon , and night , her tongue was incessantly going , and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind , and that , by frequent ...
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... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak ...
... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak ...
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... morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the oc ...
... morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the oc ...
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Página 252 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
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 156 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife.
Página 61 - Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, well-furnished house, and a stout, cheery farmer for a 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.
Página 51 - ... like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thundershowers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded.
Página 55 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it.
Página 180 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Página 49 - ... cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip 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! Rip Van Winkle!
Página 58 - Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
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.