The Sketch BookAllyn and Bacon, 1895 - 423 páginas |
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... wild fertility ; her tremendous cata- racts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where ...
... wild fertility ; her tremendous cata- racts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving with spontaneous verdure ; her broad deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where ...
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... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
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... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
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... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship stag- gering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship stag- gering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
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... wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage ; a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed sev- eral pots of flowers tastefully disposed about the door , and on the grass - plot in front . A small ...
... wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage ; a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed sev- eral pots of flowers tastefully disposed about the door , and on the grass - plot in front . A small ...
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Página 153 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; 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!
Página 42 - 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. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village...
Página 44 - Eip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing, the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, "Rip Van Winkle!
Página 52 - 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 ? " asked he.
Página 155 - 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...
Página 286 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 389 - Ichabod stole forth with the air of one who had been sacking a hen-roost, rather than a fair lady's heart. Without looking to the right or left to notice the scene of rural wealth, on which he had so often gloated, he went straight to the stable, and with several hearty cuffs and kicks, roused his steed most uncourteously from the comfortable quarters in which he was soundly sleeping, dreaming of mountains of corn and oats, and whole valleys of timothy and clover.
Página 49 - ... passed. The very village was altered ; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors — strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Página 39 - The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity ; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighbourhood.
Página 54 - To make a long story short, the company broke up, and returned to the more important concerns of the election. Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, wellfurnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to any thing else...