The sketch book. Tales of a travellerG.P. Putnam's sons, 1881 |
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... wonder even the eye of affection did not recognize him . But at the sound of his voice , her eye darted on his features ; it read , at once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing ...
... wonder even the eye of affection did not recognize him . But at the sound of his voice , her eye darted on his features ; it read , at once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing ...
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... wonder presented themselves . On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd - looking personages playing at nine - pins . They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion ; some wore short doubtlets , others jerkins , with long ...
... wonder presented themselves . On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd - looking personages playing at nine - pins . They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion ; some wore short doubtlets , others jerkins , with long ...
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... wonder daily diminish , and he is continually finding out some very simple cause for some great matter of marvel . Thus have I chanced , in my peregrinations about this great metropolis , to blunder upon a scene which unfolded to me ...
... wonder daily diminish , and he is continually finding out some very simple cause for some great matter of marvel . Thus have I chanced , in my peregrinations about this great metropolis , to blunder upon a scene which unfolded to me ...
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... wonder of the city , and the terror of all unlucky urchins ; and how I visited London Stone , and struck my staff upon it , in imitation of that arch rebel , Jack Cade . Let it suffice to say , that I at length arrived in merry ...
... wonder of the city , and the terror of all unlucky urchins ; and how I visited London Stone , and struck my staff upon it , in imitation of that arch rebel , Jack Cade . Let it suffice to say , that I at length arrived in merry ...
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... wonder with open eyes and mouth , and never failed to be astonished , even though repeated for the hundredth time . Thus lived the Baron Von Land- short , the oracle of his table , the absolute monarch of his little territory , and ...
... wonder with open eyes and mouth , and never failed to be astonished , even though repeated for the hundredth time . Thus lived the Baron Von Land- short , the oracle of his table , the absolute monarch of his little territory , and ...
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Стр. 62 - Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home 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.
Стр. 58 - 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.
Стр. 50 - ... 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.
Стр. 418 - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.
Стр. 418 - ... frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.
Стр. 65 - ... 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.
Стр. 415 - I recollect that when a stripling, my first exploit in squirrelshooting was in a grove of tall walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my own gun as it broke the Sabbath stillness around, and was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes. If ever I should wish for a retreat whither I might steal from the world and its distractions, and dream quietly away the remnant of a troubled...
Стр. 50 - When anything that was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his pipe vehemently, and to send forth short, frequent and angry puffs ; but when pleased, he would...
Стр. 426 - ... pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce. In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy relishing ham ; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages...
Стр. 46 - ... blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village, of...