The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, المجلد 1Baudry, 1823 |
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الصفحة 90
... recollections in his mind . « What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . « Judith Gardenier . » " ( « And your father's name ? » Ah , poor man , his name was Rip Van Win- kle ; it's twenty years since he went away from home with ...
... recollections in his mind . « What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . « Judith Gardenier . » " ( « And your father's name ? » Ah , poor man , his name was Rip Van Win- kle ; it's twenty years since he went away from home with ...
الصفحة 192
... recollection of this romantic tale of former times , and of the golden little poem which had its birth - place in this tower , that made me visit the old pile with more than common interest . The suit of armour hang- ing up in the hall ...
... recollection of this romantic tale of former times , and of the golden little poem which had its birth - place in this tower , that made me visit the old pile with more than common interest . The suit of armour hang- ing up in the hall ...
الصفحة 195
... recollection of these things was kindling at my heart , as I paced the silent scene of his imprisonment . I have visited Vaucluse with as much enthusiasm as a pilgrim would visit the shrine at Loretto ; but I have never felt more ...
... recollection of these things was kindling at my heart , as I paced the silent scene of his imprisonment . I have visited Vaucluse with as much enthusiasm as a pilgrim would visit the shrine at Loretto ; but I have never felt more ...
الصفحة 290
... , which in a manner embalms the dead in the recollections of the living . Sleep in thy peace , thy bed of spice , And make this place all Paradise : May sweets grow here ! and smoke from hence Fat 290 RURAL FUNERALS .
... , which in a manner embalms the dead in the recollections of the living . Sleep in thy peace , thy bed of spice , And make this place all Paradise : May sweets grow here ! and smoke from hence Fat 290 RURAL FUNERALS .
الصفحة 296
... recollection is a pang ? Where is the child that would willingly forget the most tender of parents , though to remember be but to lament ? Who , even in the hour of agony , would forget the friend over whom he mourns ? Who , even when ...
... recollection is a pang ? Where is the child that would willingly forget the most tender of parents , though to remember be but to lament ? Who , even in the hour of agony , would forget the friend over whom he mourns ? Who , even when ...
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الصفحة 88 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him, too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time and of matters which he could not understand: war — congress — Stony Point. He had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?" "Oh, Rip Van Winkle!" exclaimed two or three. "Oh, to be sure! That's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against...
الصفحة 76 - ... narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. 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 67 - The great error in Rip's composition was an insuperable aversion to all kinds of profitable labor. It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
الصفحة 78 - 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 73 - 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.
الصفحة 87 - 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 70 - 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 69 - 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 90 - The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was a whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the selfimportant man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation.
الصفحة 74 - He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark,* here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.