The Works of Washington Irving, المجلد 2G. P. Putnam, 1853 |
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... sides . But where , thought I , is the crew ? Their struggle has long been over - they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest — their bones lie whiten- ing among the caverns of the deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves ...
... sides . But where , thought I , is the crew ? Their struggle has long been over - they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest — their bones lie whiten- ing among the caverns of the deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves ...
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... sides 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 give him entrance . A fine day , however ...
... sides 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 give him entrance . A fine day , however ...
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... side , for the refreshment of the pilgrim and the sojourner , and has opened pure fountains , where the laboring man may turn aside from the dust and heat of the day , and drink of the living streams of knowledge . There is a " daily ...
... side , for the refreshment of the pilgrim and the sojourner , and has opened pure fountains , where the laboring man may turn aside from the dust and heat of the day , and drink of the living streams of knowledge . There is a " daily ...
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... side by side with the coarser plants of daily necessity ; and must depend for their culture , not on the exclusive devotion of time and wealth , nor the quickening rays of titled patronage , but on hours and seasons snatched from the ...
... side by side with the coarser plants of daily necessity ; and must depend for their culture , not on the exclusive devotion of time and wealth , nor the quickening rays of titled patronage , but on hours and seasons snatched from the ...
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... side which , in truth , belongs to a hen - pecked husband . Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf , who was as much hen - pecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon ...
... side which , in truth , belongs to a hen - pecked husband . Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf , who was as much hen - pecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon ...
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الصفحة 47 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes. It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
الصفحة 54 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman ? " asked he.
الصفحة 45 - He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it. On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.
الصفحة 50 - 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. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. —
الصفحة 219 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
الصفحة 55 - He recollected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson," the first discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his crew of the Halfmoon...
الصفحة 53 - 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.
الصفحة 51 - Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red nightcap...
الصفحة 38 - 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.
الصفحة 300 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.