The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentPutnam, 1868 - 507 sider |
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Side 52
... neighborhood . The great error in Rip's composition was an insuperable aversion to all kinds of profitable labor . It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock , with a rod as long and ...
... neighborhood . The great error in Rip's composition was an insuperable aversion to all kinds of profitable labor . It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock , with a rod as long and ...
Side 53
... neighborhood . 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 ...
... neighborhood . 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 ...
Side 58
... neighborhood in need of his assistance , he hastened down to yield it . On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance . He was a short , square - built old fellow , with thick bushy hair ...
... neighborhood in need of his assistance , he hastened down to yield it . On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance . He was a short , square - built old fellow , with thick bushy hair ...
Side 70
... neighborhood . He recollected Rip at once , and corroborated his story in the most sat- isfactory manner . He assured the company that it was a fact , handed down from his ancestor the historian , that the Kaatskill mountains had always ...
... neighborhood . He recollected Rip at once , and corroborated his story in the most sat- isfactory manner . He assured the company that it was a fact , handed down from his ancestor the historian , that the Kaatskill mountains had always ...
Side 72
... neighborhood but knew it by heart . 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 ...
... neighborhood but knew it by heart . 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 ...
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Side 55 - 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 466 - ... eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof. Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens; whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond...
Side 50 - Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Side 53 - 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 trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
Side 105 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Side 493 - An opening in the trees now cheered him with the hopes that the church bridge was at hand. The wavering reflection of a silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not mistaken. He saw the walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. " If I can but reach that bridge,
Side 482 - The musician was an old grayheaded negro, who had been the itinerant orchestra of the neighborhood for more than half a century. His instrument was as old and battered as himself. The greater part of the time he scraped on two or three strings, accompanying every movement of the bow with a motion of the head ; bowing almost to the ground, and stamping with his foot whenever a fresh couple were to start. Ichabod prided himself upon his dancing as much as upon his vocal powers. Not a limb, not a...
Side 468 - ... roofs, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers, the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front capable of being closed up in bad weather. Under this were hung flails, harness, various utensils of husbandry, and nets for fishing in the neighboring river. Benches were built along the sides for summer use, and a great spinning-wheel at one end and a churn at the other showed the various uses to which this important porch might be devoted.
Side 64 - ... was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had left but the day before. There stood the Kaatskill mountains — there ran the silver Hudson at a distance — there was every hill and dale precisely as it had always been. Rip was sorely perplexed — "That flagon last night/' thought he, "has addled my poor head sadly!
Side 192 - Say I died true. My love was false, but I was firm, From my hour of birth, Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth.