The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.]. |
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... me , as from a common thea . tre or scene . " - Burton . THE AUTHOR'S REVISED EDITION . COMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME . NEW YORK G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS 182 FIFTH AVENUE 1880 . HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Entered according to Act of Congress ,
... me , as from a common thea . tre or scene . " - Burton . THE AUTHOR'S REVISED EDITION . COMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME . NEW YORK G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS 182 FIFTH AVENUE 1880 . HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Entered according to Act of Congress ,
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Washington Irving. HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Entered according to Act of Congress , in the year 1848 , by WASHINGTON Irving , in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York ...
Washington Irving. HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Entered according to Act of Congress , in the year 1848 , by WASHINGTON Irving , in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York ...
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... entered into a detail of the various terms upon which arrange- ments were made between authors and booksellers , that I might take my choice ; expressing the most encouraging confidence of the success of my work , and of previous works ...
... entered into a detail of the various terms upon which arrange- ments were made between authors and booksellers , that I might take my choice ; expressing the most encouraging confidence of the success of my work , and of previous works ...
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... entering the room . He was advanced in life , tall , and of a form that might once have been commanding , but it was a little bowed by time perhaps by care . He had a noble Roman style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased a ...
... entering the room . He was advanced in life , tall , and of a form that might once have been commanding , but it was a little bowed by time perhaps by care . He had a noble Roman style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased a ...
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... entered the house his crest fell , his tail drooped to the ground , or curled between his legs , he sneaked about with a gallows air , casting many a sidelong glance ar Dame Van Winkle , and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ...
... entered the house his crest fell , his tail drooped to the ground , or curled between his legs , he sneaked about with a gallows air , casting many a sidelong glance ar Dame Van Winkle , and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ...
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Page 385 - 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.
Page 363 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Page 55 - ... 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 halfstarved 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 — "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten me!
Page 51 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colors. There was one who seemed to be the commander.
Page 50 - ... surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud.
Page 44 - The children of the village too would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity ; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood.
Page 55 - 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.
Page 52 - ... whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. " Surely," thought Rip, " I have not slept here all night.
Page 45 - 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.
Page 58 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. " What is your name, my good woman ?