The Works of Washington Irving ...G. P. Putnam, 1861 |
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... 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.
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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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 48 - 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 trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.
Side 33 - Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile, And tempers, as he may, affliction's dart; Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art, Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile My tedious hours, and lighten every toil, I now resign you; nor with fainting heart; For pass a few short years, or days, or hours, And happier seasons may their dawn unfold, And all your sacred fellowship restore; When, freed from earth, unlimited its powers, Mind shall with mind...
Side 395 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Side 324 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here. Blessed be he that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Side 183 - Oh, the grave! the grave! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.
Side 68 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
Side 54 - They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's. 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 sugarloaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail.
Side 45 - 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 52 - He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the 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, and a grizzled beard.
Side 47 - The women of the village, too, used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them ; — in a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody's business but his own; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.