The sketch bookGeorge P. Putnam, 1849 |
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الصفحة 49
... sleeping on its glassy bosom , and at last losing itself in the blue highlands . 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 ...
... sleeping on its glassy bosom , and at last losing itself in the blue highlands . 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 ...
الصفحة 52
... sleep . 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 ...
... sleep . 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 ...
الصفحة 65
... sleep , and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle , mewing her mighty youth , and kindling her endazzled eyes at the full mid - day beam . ” MILTON ON THE LIBERTY OF THE PRESS . It is with feelings of deep regret ...
... sleep , and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle , mewing her mighty youth , and kindling her endazzled eyes at the full mid - day beam . ” MILTON ON THE LIBERTY OF THE PRESS . It is with feelings of deep regret ...
الصفحة 80
... sleeping on its bosom , and the trout roaming fearlessly about its limpid waters . while some rustic temple or sylvan statue , grown green and dank with age , gives an air of classic sanctity to the seclusion . These are but a few of ...
... sleeping on its bosom , and the trout roaming fearlessly about its limpid waters . while some rustic temple or sylvan statue , grown green and dank with age , gives an air of classic sanctity to the seclusion . These are but a few of ...
الصفحة 89
... sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams- " dry sorrow drinks her blood , " until her enfeebled frame sinks under the slightest external injury . Look for her , after a little while , and you find friendship weeping over her untimely ...
... sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams- " dry sorrow drinks her blood , " until her enfeebled frame sinks under the slightest external injury . Look for her , after a little while , and you find friendship weeping over her untimely ...
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الصفحة 252 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
الصفحة 49 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee !" Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
الصفحة 156 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife.
الصفحة 61 - Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, well-furnished house, and a stout, cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business.
الصفحة 51 - ... like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thundershowers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded.
الصفحة 55 - 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.
الصفحة 180 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
الصفحة 49 - ... 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 58 - 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 43 - 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.