The sketch bookGeorge P. Putnam, 1849 |
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... mountains , with their bright aerial tints ; her valleys , teeming with wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling ...
... mountains , with their bright aerial tints ; her valleys , teeming with wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling ...
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... mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her yards would dip into the water : her bow was almost buried ...
... mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her yards would dip into the water : her bow was almost buried ...
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... mountains , towering into the clouds ; all were objects of intense interest . As we sailed up the Mersey , I reconnoitred the shores with a telescope . My eye dwelt with delight on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and green ...
... mountains , towering into the clouds ; all were objects of intense interest . As we sailed up the Mersey , I reconnoitred the shores with a telescope . My eye dwelt with delight on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and green ...
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... mountains , blended with clouds , and melting into dis- tance , bordered the horizon . This was Roscoe's favorite residence during the days of his prosperity . It had been the seat of elegant hospitality and liter- ary retirement . The ...
... mountains , blended with clouds , and melting into dis- tance , bordered the horizon . This was Roscoe's favorite residence during the days of his prosperity . It had been the seat of elegant hospitality and liter- ary retirement . The ...
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... 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 . Every change of season , every change ...
... 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 . Every change of season , every change ...
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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.