The Sketch-bookG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1848 |
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Side 10
... deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence ; her skies , kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine ; —no , never need an American ...
... deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence ; her skies , kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine ; —no , never need an American ...
Side 14
... deep , and of the air , and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes . I delighted to loll over the quarter - railing , or climb to the main - top , of a calm day , and muse for hours together on the tranquil bosom of a sum ...
... deep , and of the air , and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes . I delighted to loll over the quarter - railing , or climb to the main - top , of a calm day , and muse for hours together on the tranquil bosom of a sum ...
Side 15
... deep at their uncouth gambols . Shoals of porpoises tumbling about the bow of the ship ; the grampus slowly heaving his huge form above the surface ; or the ravenous shark , darting , like a spectre , through the blue waters . My ...
... deep at their uncouth gambols . Shoals of porpoises tumbling about the bow of the ship ; the grampus slowly heaving his huge form above the surface ; or the ravenous shark , darting , like a spectre , through the blue waters . My ...
Side 16
... deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and no one can tell the story of their end . What sighs have been wafted after that ship ! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home ! How often has the ...
... deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and no one can tell the story of their end . What sighs have been wafted after that ship ! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home ! How often has the ...
Side 17
... Deep called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over ...
... Deep called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over ...
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Side 58 - 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 50 - ... still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion: a cloth jerkin strapped round the waist, several...
Side 47 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Side 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.
Side 44 - In that same village, and in one of these very houses, (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten,) there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of fort Christina.
Side 444 - The sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down into the west The wide bosom of the Tappan Zee lay motionless and glassy, excepting that here and there a gentle undulation waved and prolonged the blue shadow of the distant mountain. A few amber clouds floated in the sky, without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. A slanting ray lingered on the woody crests of the precipices...
Side 52 - ... 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 435 - ... mouth ; the pigeons were snugly put to bed in a comfortable pie, and tucked in with a coverlet of crust ; the geese were swimming in their own gravy ; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce. In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy relishing ham ; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages...
Side 47 - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much henpecked 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.
Side 434 - 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.