The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent., (Washington Irving)., Volume 2Weidmannsche Buchhandlung, 1880 |
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... vergl . Webster : smacking making a sharp , brisk sound ; as , a smacking breeze . Thieme u . Grieb geben fälschlich die Uebersetzung : ein günstiger Wind . = we passed over her , and were hurried on our THE VOYAGE . 11.
... vergl . Webster : smacking making a sharp , brisk sound ; as , a smacking breeze . Thieme u . Grieb geben fälschlich die Uebersetzung : ein günstiger Wind . = we passed over her , and were hurried on our THE VOYAGE . 11.
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... sound of rushing waves , and broken surges . Deep called unto deep 34. At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning that quivered along the foaming billows , and made the succeeding darkness ...
... sound of rushing waves , and broken surges . Deep called unto deep 34. At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning that quivered along the foaming billows , and made the succeeding darkness ...
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... 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 them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings ...
... 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 them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings ...
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... sound of music . Leslie grasped my arm : we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching simplicity , a little air of which her husband was pecu- liarly fond . ―― I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my ...
... sound of music . Leslie grasped my arm : we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching simplicity , a little air of which her husband was pecu- liarly fond . ―― I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my ...
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... sound of their balls , like distant peals of thunder . To make a long story short , the company broke up , and returned to the more important concerns of the election . Rip's daughter took him home to live with her ; she had a snug ...
... sound of their balls , like distant peals of thunder . To make a long story short , the company broke up , and returned to the more important concerns of the election . Rip's daughter took him home to live with her ; she had a snug ...
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Page 48 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain ; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Page 50 - ... village was altered ; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows, everything was strange.
Page 40 - ... about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him. His fences were continually falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray, or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than anywhere else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out-door work to do; so that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his management, acre by acre, until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was...
Page 45 - Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him ; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place; but supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it.
Page 54 - He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name ?
Page 46 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of 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 doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
Page 41 - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much henpecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master's going so often astray. True it is, in all points of spirit befitting an honorable dog he was as courageous an animal as ever scoured the woods ; but what courage can withstand the ever-during and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue?
Page 43 - Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from 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.
Page 85 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Page 56 - Half-moon; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name. That...