Irvings̓ Sketch BookH. Holt, 1911 - 417 sider |
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Side 27
... lady does her train in 25 bad weather . Rip Van Winkle , however , was one of those happy mortals , of foolish , well - oiled dispositions , who take the world easy , eat white bread or brown , whichever can be got with least thought or ...
... lady does her train in 25 bad weather . Rip Van Winkle , however , was one of those happy mortals , of foolish , well - oiled dispositions , who take the world easy , eat white bread or brown , whichever can be got with least thought or ...
Side 72
... ladies would stop and converse in the kindest manner with the peasantry , caress the children , and listen to the stories of the humble cottagers . Their countenances were open and beautifully 30 fair , with an expression of high ...
... ladies would stop and converse in the kindest manner with the peasantry , caress the children , and listen to the stories of the humble cottagers . Their countenances were open and beautifully 30 fair , with an expression of high ...
Side 94
... ladies knowing in the concerns of their neighborhood . Her information , however , did not extend far back into antiquity . She could throw no light upon the his- tory of the Boar's Head , from the time that Dame Quickly espoused the ...
... ladies knowing in the concerns of their neighborhood . Her information , however , did not extend far back into antiquity . She could throw no light upon the his- tory of the Boar's Head , from the time that Dame Quickly espoused the ...
Side 101
... swear to me then , as I was washing thy wound , to marry me , and make me my lady , thy wife . Canst thou deny it ? —Henry IV . , Part II . 25 ation . She also entertained me with many particulars . The Boar's Head Tavern ΙΟΙ.
... swear to me then , as I was washing thy wound , to marry me , and make me my lady , thy wife . Canst thou deny it ? —Henry IV . , Part II . 25 ation . She also entertained me with many particulars . The Boar's Head Tavern ΙΟΙ.
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... lady . Under their instructions she became a miracle of accomplishments . By 25 the time she was eighteen she could embroider to admira- tion , and had worked whole histories of the saints in tapestry , with such strength of expression ...
... lady . Under their instructions she became a miracle of accomplishments . By 25 the time she was eighteen she could embroider to admira- tion , and had worked whole histories of the saints in tapestry , with such strength of expression ...
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Side 106 - 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...
Side 25 - ... 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...
Side 34 - ... his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
Side 34 - 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.
Side 364 - His heart began to sink within him ; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could not utter a stave. There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveler in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck, on perceiving...
Side 342 - Hard by the farm-house was a vast barn, that might have served for a church, every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm.
Side 142 - The very walls are wrought into universal ornament, incrusted with tracery, and scooped into niches, crowded with the statues of saints and martyrs. Stone seems, by the cunning labor of the chisel, to have been robbed of its weight and density, suspended aloft, as if by magic, and the fretted roof achieved with the wonderful minuteness and airy security of a cobweb.
Side 29 - 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.
Side 36 - 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 23 - His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off...