Complete Works, Том 9Estes & Lauriat, 1882 |
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... travellers among us , who , I was assured , were very little people in their own country . I will visit this land of wonders , thought I , and see the gigantic race from which I am degenerated . It has been either my good or evil lot to ...
... travellers among us , who , I was assured , were very little people in their own country . I will visit this land of wonders , thought I , and see the gigantic race from which I am degenerated . It has been either my good or evil lot to ...
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... travellers are the best and the worst in the world . Where no motives of pride or interest intervene , none can equal them for profound and philosophical views of society , or faithful and graphical descriptions of external objects ...
... travellers are the best and the worst in the world . Where no motives of pride or interest intervene , none can equal them for profound and philosophical views of society , or faithful and graphical descriptions of external objects ...
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... travellers might be apt to picture out with the illusions of their fancies ; but I would cautiously receive his account of his immediate neighbors , and of those nations with which he is in habits of most frequent intercourse . However ...
... travellers might be apt to picture out with the illusions of their fancies ; but I would cautiously receive his account of his immediate neighbors , and of those nations with which he is in habits of most frequent intercourse . However ...
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... travellers . At such times I have almost fancied the winds sunk into quiet , and that the sunny landscape , with its fresh green tints melting into blue haze , enjoyed the hallowed calm . Sweet day , so pure , so calm , so bright , The ...
... travellers . At such times I have almost fancied the winds sunk into quiet , and that the sunny landscape , with its fresh green tints melting into blue haze , enjoyed the hallowed calm . Sweet day , so pure , so calm , so bright , The ...
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... travellers ; particularly in that equivocal kind of weather , when a fire becomes agreeable toward evening . I threw aside the newspaper , and explored my way to the kitchen , to take a peep at the group that THE INN KITCHEN,
... travellers ; particularly in that equivocal kind of weather , when a fire becomes agreeable toward evening . I threw aside the newspaper , and explored my way to the kitchen , to take a peep at the group that THE INN KITCHEN,
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Стр. 60 - ... with his gun, and never has been heard of since— his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: "Where's your mother?
Стр. 415 - ... night; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof.
Стр. 414 - Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils ; and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was — a woman. Among the musical disciples who...
Стр. 50 - ... 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.
Стр. 423 - Books were flung aside without being put away on the shelves, inkstands were overturned, benches thrown down, and the whole school was turned loose an hour before the usual time, bursting forth like a legion of young imps, yelping and racketing about the green in joy at their early emancipation.
Стр. 56 - 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. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.
Стр. 18 - What sighs have been wafted after that ship! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home! How often has the mistress, the wife, the mother, pored over the daily news to catch some casual intelligence of this rover of the deep! How has expectation darkened into anxiety, anxiety into dread, and dread into despair! Alas! not one memento shall ever return for love to cherish. All that shall ever be known, is that she sailed from her port,
Стр. 31 - As one who, destined from his friends to part, 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,...
Стр. 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,
Стр. 53 - He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the wobegone party at nine-pins — the flagon — " Oh ! that flagon ! that wicked flagon !" thought Rip — " what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle !" He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean welloiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten....