The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG.P. Putnam's sons, 1848 - 464 sider |
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Side 21
... for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confusion . There was a fearful , sullen sound of rushing waves , and broken surges . THE VOYAGE . 21.
... for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confusion . There was a fearful , sullen sound of rushing waves , and broken surges . THE VOYAGE . 21.
Side 22
Washington Irving. sullen sound of rushing waves , and broken surges . Deep called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quiv- ered along the foaming billows , and ...
Washington Irving. sullen sound of rushing waves , and broken surges . Deep called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quiv- ered along the foaming billows , and ...
Side 24
... sound of his voice , her eye darted on his features ; it read , at once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings ...
... sound of his voice , her eye darted on his features ; it read , at once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings ...
Side 42
... sound of music - Leslie grasped my arm ; we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching simplicity , a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond . I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm ...
... sound of music - Leslie grasped my arm ; we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching simplicity , a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond . I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm ...
Side 63
... the great city called by his name . That his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at nine - pins in a hollow of the mountain ; and that he himself had heard , one summer afternoon , the sound of RIP VAN WINKLE . 63.
... the great city called by his name . That his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at nine - pins in a hollow of the mountain ; and that he himself had heard , one summer afternoon , the sound of RIP VAN WINKLE . 63.
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Side 59 - There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair, long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper.
Side 62 - I am your father!" cried he — "Young Rip Van Winkle once — old Rip Van Winkle now ! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?" All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, " Sure enough ! it is Rip Van Winkle — it is himself. Welcome home again, old neighbor ! Why, where have you been these twenty long years?
Side 60 - ... 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 church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Side 54 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large head, broad 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 was one who seemed to be the commander.
Side 62 - 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 ?
Side 55 - ... of excellent Hollands. He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another, and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Side 184 - ... if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet, — then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action will come thronging back upon thy memory and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
Side 51 - 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.
Side 54 - Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed statuelike gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
Side 64 - Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, wellfurnished 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 any thing else but his business.