Rip Van Winkle: Legend of Sleepy Hollow; The Devil and Tom Walker.--The Voyage.--Westminster Abbey.--Stratford-on-Avon.--The Stout GentlemanDoubleday & McClure Company, 1902 - 199 من الصفحات |
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... 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 an- cient inhabitant of the village , and well versed in all the wonderful events and tra- ditions of ...
... 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 an- cient inhabitant of the village , and well versed in all the wonderful events and tra- ditions of ...
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... roads , and especially to the vicinity of a church at no great distance . Indeed cer- tain of the most authentic historians of those parts , who have been careful in collecting and collating the floating facts concerning this spectre ...
... roads , and especially to the vicinity of a church at no great distance . Indeed cer- tain of the most authentic historians of those parts , who have been careful in collecting and collating the floating facts concerning this spectre ...
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... road . Another of his sources of fearful pleasure was , to pass long winter evenings with the old Dutch wives , as they sat spinning by the fire , with a row of apples roasting and spluttering along the hearth , and listen to their ...
... road . Another of his sources of fearful pleasure was , to pass long winter evenings with the old Dutch wives , as they sat spinning by the fire , with a row of apples roasting and spluttering along the hearth , and listen to their ...
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... road that led to it , and the bridge itself , were thickly shaded by over- hanging trees , which cast a gloom about it , even in the daytime , but occasioned a fear- ful darkness at night . This was one of the favorite haunts of the ...
... road that led to it , and the bridge itself , were thickly shaded by over- hanging trees , which cast a gloom about it , even in the daytime , but occasioned a fear- ful darkness at night . This was one of the favorite haunts of the ...
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... walks about the Sleepy Hollow . The revel now gradually broke up . The old farmers gathered together their families in their wagons , and were heard for some time rattling along the hollow roads , and over the 75 The Legend of Sleepy ...
... walks about the Sleepy Hollow . The revel now gradually broke up . The old farmers gathered together their families in their wagons , and were heard for some time rattling along the hollow roads , and over the 75 The Legend of Sleepy ...
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الصفحة 10 - 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 Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master's going so often astray.
الصفحة 18 - 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 31 - He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's hotel. He was observed, at first, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was doubtless owing to his having so recently awaked. It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related, and not a man, woman, or child in the neighborhood but knew it by heart.
الصفحة 14 - ... 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 13 - On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the 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...
الصفحة 16 - ... over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud. During the whole time Rip and his companion had labored on in silence; for though the former marvelled greatly what could be the object of carrying a keg of 15 liquor up this wild mountain, yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown, that inspired awe and checked familiarity.
الصفحة 6 - At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingleroofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village, of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists, in the early times of the province...
الصفحة 19 - ... after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen. He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party to demand his dog and gun. As he rose to walk he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. "These mountain beds do not agree with me...
الصفحة 31 - Some always pretended to doubt the reality of it, and 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 ninepins; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their...
الصفحة 27 - ... through the throng to get a peep at the graybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. " Hush, Rip," cried she, " hush, you little fool; the old man won't hurt you.