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الصفحة 17
My imagination would conjure up all that I had heard or read of the watery world beneath me : of the finny herds that roam its fathomless valleys ; of the shapeless monsters that lurk among the very foundations of the earth , and of ...
My imagination would conjure up all that I had heard or read of the watery world beneath me : of the finny herds that roam its fathomless valleys ; of the shapeless monsters that lurk among the very foundations of the earth , and of ...
الصفحة 18
Alas ! not one memento shall ever return for love to cherish . All that shall ever be known , is , that she sailed from her port , “ and was never heard of more ! " The sight of this wreck , as usual , gave 18 THE VOYAGE .
Alas ! not one memento shall ever return for love to cherish . All that shall ever be known , is , that she sailed from her port , “ and was never heard of more ! " The sight of this wreck , as usual , gave 18 THE VOYAGE .
الصفحة 20
I heard their drowning cry mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears , swept us out of all farther hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put the ship about , she was under such ...
I heard their drowning cry mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears , swept us out of all farther hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put the ship about , she was under such ...
الصفحة 21
As I heard the waves rushing along the side of the ship , and roaring in my very ear , it seemed as if Death were raging round this floating prison , seeking for his prey : the mere starting of a nail , the yawning of a seam , might ...
As I heard the waves rushing along the side of the ship , and roaring in my very ear , it seemed as if Death were raging round this floating prison , seeking for his prey : the mere starting of a nail , the yawning of a seam , might ...
الصفحة 22
She was leaning forward from among the crowd ; her eye hurried over the ship as it neared the shore , to catch some wished - for countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name .
She was leaning forward from among the crowd ; her eye hurried over the ship as it neared the shore , to catch some wished - for countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name .
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الصفحة 47 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment ; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.
الصفحة 53 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.
الصفحة 55 - ... came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again 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 scoff at the poor man's perplexities.
الصفحة 48 - ... and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue ? The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
الصفحة 50 - ... 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!
الصفحة 60 - A tory! A tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
الصفحة 52 - As they ascended, Rip, every now and then, heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted.
الصفحة 11 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
الصفحة 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.
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| العنوان | The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ... المجلدات 1-2 من The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.], Washington Irving المجلدات 1-3 من Works of Washington Irving, Washington Irving |
| المؤلف | Washington Irving |
| الناشر | Carey, Lea & Carey, 1829 |
| أصلي من | مكتبة نيويورك العامة |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 22 تشرين الثاني (نوفمبر) 2006 |
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