The Works of Washington Irving...: Sketch book. 1848G. P. Putnam, 1848 |
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... wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , 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 cataracts , 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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... volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , THE VOYAGE . 17.
... volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , THE VOYAGE . 17.
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Washington Irving. The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained ...
Washington Irving. The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained ...
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Página 58 - 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 churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Página 56 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Página 55 - 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 44 - In that same village, and in one of these very houses, (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten,) there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of fort Christina.
Página 43 - 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 56 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.
Página 58 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war— congress— Stony Point— he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?" "Oh, Rip Van Winkle!" exclaimed two or three, "Oh, to be sure! that's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against...
Página 47 - 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 which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
Página 222 - And now they rise in triumph and acclamation, heaving higher and higher their accordant notes, and piling sound on sound. And now they pause, and the soft voices of the choir break out into sweet gushes of melody; they soar aloft, and warble along the roof, and seem to play about these lofty vaults like the pure airs of heaven. Again the pealing organ heaves its thrilling thunders, compressing air into music, and rolling it forth upon the soul.
Página 46 - Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything 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 use had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked a fresh volley from his wife, so that he was fain to draw off his forces and take to the outside of the house, the only side which in truth...