The sketch bookGeorge P. Putnam, 1849 |
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... wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where ...
... wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where ...
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... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
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... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
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... 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 wild waste of waters , THE VOYAGE . 17.
... 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 wild waste of waters , THE VOYAGE . 17.
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Washington Irving. The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained ...
Washington Irving. The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained ...
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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.