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الصفحة 13
Her very ruins told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement — to tread , as it were , in the footsteps of antiquity - to loiter about the ...
Her very ruins told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement — to tread , as it were , in the footsteps of antiquity - to loiter about the ...
الصفحة 28
In America , we know Mr. Roscoe only as the author — in Liverpool , he is spoken of as the banker ; and I was told of his having been unfortunate in business . I could not pity him , as I heard some rich men do .
In America , we know Mr. Roscoe only as the author — in Liverpool , he is spoken of as the banker ; and I was told of his having been unfortunate in business . I could not pity him , as I heard some rich men do .
الصفحة 47
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 was surrounded by a troop ...
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 was surrounded by a troop ...
الصفحة 64
Welcome home again , old neighbour - Why , where have you been these twenty long years ? " Rip's story was soon told , for the whole twenty a 7 a arms , RIP VAN WINKLE , 65 years had been to him 64 RIP VAN WINKLE .
Welcome home again , old neighbour - Why , where have you been these twenty long years ? " Rip's story was soon told , for the whole twenty a 7 a arms , RIP VAN WINKLE , 65 years had been to him 64 RIP VAN WINKLE .
الصفحة 94
You will be told of some wintry chill , some casual indisposition , that laid her low - but no one knows the mental malady that previously sapped her strength , and made her so easy a prey to the spoiler . She is like some tender tree ...
You will be told of some wintry chill , some casual indisposition , that laid her low - but no one knows the mental malady that previously sapped her strength , and made her so easy a prey to the spoiler . She is like some tender tree ...
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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 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |