The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, المجلد 1G. P. Putnam's sons, 1894 |
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... seemed as if I had closed one volume of the world and its concerns , and had time for meditation , before I opened another . That land , too , now vanishing from my view , which contained all most dear to me in life ; what vicissitudes ...
... seemed as if I had closed one volume of the world and its concerns , and had time for meditation , before I opened another . That land , too , now vanishing from my view , which contained all most dear to me in life ; what vicissitudes ...
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... seemed to have thrown an insurmount- able barrier . We one day descried some shapeless object drifting at a distance . At sea , everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding ex- panse attracts attention . It proved to be the ...
... seemed to have thrown an insurmount- able barrier . We one day descried some shapeless object drifting at a distance . At sea , everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding ex- panse attracts attention . It proved to be the ...
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... seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foaming billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , and 12 The Sketch - Book.
... seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foaming billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , and 12 The Sketch - Book.
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... seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her yards would dip into the water her bow was almost buried beneath the waves . Some- times an impending surge appeared ready to overwhelm her , and nothing ...
... seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her yards would dip into the water her bow was almost buried beneath the waves . Some- times an impending surge appeared ready to overwhelm her , and nothing ...
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... seemed dis- appointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name . It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had ex- cited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine , his messmates ...
... seemed dis- appointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name . It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had ex- cited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine , his messmates ...
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الصفحة 64 - Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.
الصفحة 64 - 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 self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation.
الصفحة 64 - 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 75 - 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 43 - 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 52 - ... curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation. From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage, and call the members all to...
الصفحة 64 - 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...
الصفحة 120 - She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
الصفحة 48 - ... village, too, used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them. In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody's business but his own ; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible. In fact, he declared it was of no use to work on his farm ; it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country ; everything about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him.
الصفحة 69 - ... corners of his mouth, and shook his head — upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage. It was determined, however, to take the opinion of old Peter Vanderdonk, who was seen slowly advancing up the road. He was a descendant of the historian of that name, who wrote one of the earliest accounts of the province. Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village, and well versed in all the wonderful events and traditions of the neighborhood.