The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, المجلد 1Carey, 1835 |
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... latticed windows and gable fronts , surmounted with weather- cocks . In that same village , and in one of these very houses ** 2 ( which , to tell the precise truth , RIP VAN WINKLE . A POSTHUMOUS WRITING OF DIEDRICH KNICKER BOCKER. ...
... latticed windows and gable fronts , surmounted with weather- cocks . In that same village , and in one of these very houses ** 2 ( which , to tell the precise truth , RIP VAN WINKLE . A POSTHUMOUS WRITING OF DIEDRICH KNICKER BOCKER. ...
الصفحة 30
... Winkle . He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuy- vesant , and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Chris- tina . He inherited , however , but little of the martial character ...
... Winkle . He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuy- vesant , and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Chris- tina . He inherited , however , but little of the martial character ...
الصفحة 31
... Winkle , however , was one of those happy mortals , of foolish , well - oiled dispositions , who take If the world easy , eat white bread or brown RIP VAN WINKLE . 312.
... Winkle , however , was one of those happy mortals , of foolish , well - oiled dispositions , who take If the world easy , eat white bread or brown RIP VAN WINKLE . 312.
الصفحة 32
... Winkle , and at the least flourish of a brooms- tick or ladle , he would fly to the door with yelping preci- pitation . Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on ; a tart temper never mellows with ...
... Winkle , and at the least flourish of a brooms- tick or ladle , he would fly to the door with yelping preci- pitation . Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on ; a tart temper never mellows with ...
الصفحة 33
... break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage , and call the members all to naught ; nor was that august personage , Nicholas Vedder himself , sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago , who charged him RIP VAN WINKLE . 33.
... break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage , and call the members all to naught ; nor was that august personage , Nicholas Vedder himself , sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago , who charged him RIP VAN WINKLE . 33.
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abbey ancient antiquity aunts baron beauty Boar's Head bosom bustle castle chamber charm Chaucer Christmas church cottage countenance crowd Dame Van Winkle deep delight distant door earth Eastcheap elegant England English enjoyment Falstaff fancy feeling fire of London flowers fond friends funeral gaze George Somers Gersau gloomy grave green hand heard heart hour humble Jack Straw kind lady living look Maid's Tragedy meditation melancholy mind mingled monument mouldering mountain nature neighbouring never noble Odenwald once passed pleasure poem poet poetical poor pride quarto quiet racter Rip Van Winkle Robert Preston round rural sawtrie scene seat seemed sepulchre silent solemn sorrow soul spectre spirit story strange stranger sweet tavern tender thing thought tion tomb tower travels trees turn verger village wandering Wat Tyler whole wife wild William Walworth window writers Wurtzburg young
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الصفحة 43 - 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?
الصفحة 41 - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin, piping voice, "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 34 - ... impending 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 173 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This 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 131 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
الصفحة 44 - Half-moon, being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name ; that his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in a hollow of the mountain ; and that he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like distant peals of thunder.
الصفحة 136 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
الصفحة 36 - 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 33 - When anything that was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his pipe vehemently, and to send forth short, frequent, and angry puffs ; but when pleased, he would...
الصفحة 40 - 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.