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... morning when the thrilling cry of " land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but those who have expe- rienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom , when he first comes in ...
... morning when the thrilling cry of " land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but those who have expe- rienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom , when he first comes in ...
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... morning without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately ...
... morning without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately ...
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... Morning , noon , and night , her tongue was incessantly going , and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind , and that , by frequent ...
... Morning , noon , and night , her tongue was incessantly going , and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind , and that , by frequent ...
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... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak ...
... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak ...
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... morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the oc ...
... morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the oc ...
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Página 246 - The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me ! " cried Bracebridge, laughing. At the sound of his voice, the bark was changed into a yelp of delight, and in a moment he was surrounded and almost overpowered by the caresses of the faithful animals.
Página 48 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes. It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
Página 52 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it.
Página 253 - Then let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber, The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me: And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, ., . My soul I'll pour into thee.
Página 54 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "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.
Página 45 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!
Página 46 - 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.
Página 39 - 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.
Página 47 - There was one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather-beaten countenance...
Página 56 - He recollected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill Mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the first discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years with his crew of the Half- moon...