Selections from Irving's Sketch-bookAmerican Book Company, 1907 - 315 sider |
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Side 28
... land . The second essay , The Stage- Coach , interesting in itself , has a fine artistic value as well , in giving what I may term a suspensive effect ; the prospect of his loneliness is a veil which the writer does not rapidly lift ...
... land . The second essay , The Stage- Coach , interesting in itself , has a fine artistic value as well , in giving what I may term a suspensive effect ; the prospect of his loneliness is a veil which the writer does not rapidly lift ...
Side 29
... land : there should be a natural approach to the intimate participation in the season's hospitali- ties , and this approach the essay provides . It is no digression ; even the long description of the coachman is in key with the rest ...
... land : there should be a natural approach to the intimate participation in the season's hospitali- ties , and this approach the essay provides . It is no digression ; even the long description of the coachman is in key with the rest ...
Side 35
... land you have left , all is vacancy until you step on the opposite shore , and are launched at once into the bustle and novelties of another world . In travelling by land there is a continuity of scene and a connected succession of ...
... land you have left , all is vacancy until you step on the opposite shore , and are launched at once into the bustle and novelties of another world . In travelling by land there is a continuity of scene and a connected succession of ...
Side 36
... land fade away like a cloud in 15 the horizon , it seemed as if I had closed one volume of the world and its concerns , and had time for meditation , before I opened another . That land , too , now vanishing from my view , which ...
... land fade away like a cloud in 15 the horizon , it seemed as if I had closed one volume of the world and its concerns , and had time for meditation , before I opened another . That land , too , now vanishing from my view , which ...
Side 41
... land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but 20 those who have experienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an Ameri- can's bosom , when he first comes in sight of Europe . There is a ...
... land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but 20 those who have experienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an Ameri- can's bosom , when he first comes in sight of Europe . There is a ...
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Side 268 - In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day, Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill mountains. He was after his favorite sport of squirrel shooting, and the still solitudes had echoed and reechoed with the reports of his gun.
Side 266 - 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 282 - Having nothing to do at home, and being arrived at that happy age when a man can be idle with impunity, he took his place once more on the bench at the inn door, and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of the village, and a chronicle of the old times
Side 277 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question, when a knowing, self-important old gentleman in a sharp cocked hat made 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...
Side 220 - He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.
Side 273 - ... robbed him of his gun. Wolf too had disappeared ; but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Side 264 - 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.
Side 274 - ... at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done ? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains.
Side 267 - The opinions of this junto were completely controlled by Nicholas Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree, so that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sundial.
Side 268 - From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.