The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. Artist's ed |
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... face against the circulation of such works as do not pay an amazing toll to themselves . But they have lost the art of altogether damming up the road in such cases between the author and the public , which they were once able to do as ...
... face against the circulation of such works as do not pay an amazing toll to themselves . But they have lost the art of altogether damming up the road in such cases between the author and the public , which they were once able to do as ...
الصفحة 51
... face glanced out at the window and vanished — a light footstep was heard and Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her ...
... face glanced out at the window and vanished — a light footstep was heard and Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her ...
الصفحة 63
... face , and if dogs can feel pity I verily be- lieve he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill ...
... face , and if dogs can feel pity I verily be- lieve he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill ...
الصفحة 65
... face , and small piggish eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was surmounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards , of various shapes and colors . There ...
... face , and small piggish eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was surmounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards , of various shapes and colors . There ...
الصفحة 66
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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الصفحة 74 - 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 62 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
الصفحة 83 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
الصفحة 77 - ... an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business. Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time, and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favor.
الصفحة 72 - 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, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes — all this was strange and incomprehensible. He...
الصفحة 79 - ... insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunderstorm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught...
الصفحة 58 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
الصفحة 72 - 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 113 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
الصفحة 26 - At sea, everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention. It proved to be the mast of a ship that must have been completely wrecked, for there were the remains of handkerchiefs by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar to prevent their being washed off by the waves. There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained.