Selections from Washington IrvingLeach, Shewell, & Sanborn, 1894 - Всего страниц: 383 |
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... bridge has been built to guard against such melancholy acci- dents in future ; and as to the moss - bonkers , they are held in such abhorrence , that no true Dutchman will admit them to his table , who loves good fish and hates the ...
... bridge has been built to guard against such melancholy acci- dents in future ; and as to the moss - bonkers , they are held in such abhorrence , that no true Dutchman will admit them to his table , who loves good fish and hates the ...
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... bridge always addressed with the quaint appellation of Master Simon . He was a tight , brisk little man , with the air of an arrant old bachelor . His nose was shaped like the bill of a parrot ; his face slightly pitted with the small ...
... bridge always addressed with the quaint appellation of Master Simon . He was a tight , brisk little man , with the air of an arrant old bachelor . His nose was shaped like the bill of a parrot ; his face slightly pitted with the small ...
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... bridge . He was an old bachelor , of a small independent income , which , by careful management , was sufficient for all his wants . He revolved through the family system like a vagrant comet in its orbit ; sometimes visiting one branch ...
... bridge . He was an old bachelor , of a small independent income , which , by careful management , was sufficient for all his wants . He revolved through the family system like a vagrant comet in its orbit ; sometimes visiting one branch ...
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... bridge over the Avon on my return , I paused to contemplate the distant church in which the poet lies buried , and could not but exult in the maledic- tion which has kept his ashes undisturbed in its quiet and hallowed vaults . What ...
... bridge over the Avon on my return , I paused to contemplate the distant church in which the poet lies buried , and could not but exult in the maledic- tion which has kept his ashes undisturbed in its quiet and hallowed vaults . What ...
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... bridge of Pinos , renowned for many a bloody fight between Moors and Christians . At this bridge the messenger overtook Columbus when , despairing of suc- cess with the Spanish sovereigns , he was departing to carry his project of ...
... bridge of Pinos , renowned for many a bloody fight between Moors and Christians . At this bridge the messenger overtook Columbus when , despairing of suc- cess with the Spanish sovereigns , he was departing to carry his project of ...
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Стр. 295 - David will I lay upon his shoulder ; so he shall open, and none shall shut ; and he shall shut, and none shall open.
Стр. 62 - Some always pretended to doubt the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which h'e always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunderstorm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins ; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on...
Стр. 54 - He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn — but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken, and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, "The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle." Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red night-cap, and from...
Стр. 42 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Стр. 61 - ... despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was— petticoat government. Happily that was at an end; he had got his neck out of the yoke of matrimony, and could go in and out whenever he pleased, without dreading the tyranny of Dame Van Winkle. Whenever her name was mentioned, however, he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and cast up his eyes; which might pass either for an expression of resignation to his fate, or joy at his deliverance. He used to tell his story to every stranger...
Стр. 40 - ... just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early times of the province...
Стр. 47 - On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip 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 «f encountering the terrors...
Стр. 41 - Certain it is, that he was a great favourite among all the good wives of the village, who, as usual with the amiable sex, took his part in all family squabbles, and never failed, whenever they talked those matters over in their evening gossipings, to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle.
Стр. 39 - KNICKERBOCKER. By Woden, God of Saxons, From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday, Truth is a thing that ever I will keep Unto thylke day in which I creep into My sepulchre.
Стр. 144 - ... extremely awful. If they are indeed his own, they show that solicitude about the quiet of the grave which seems natural to fine sensibilities and thoughtful minds. " Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here.