The Works of Washington Irving, 2 tomasG. P. Putnam, 1853 |
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... , studded with clumps of trees , so disposed as to break a soft fertile country into a variety of landscapes . The Mersey was seen winding a broad quiet sheet of water through an expanse of green meadow - ROSCOE . 25.
... , studded with clumps of trees , so disposed as to break a soft fertile country into a variety of landscapes . The Mersey was seen winding a broad quiet sheet of water through an expanse of green meadow - ROSCOE . 25.
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... up a narrow lane , so thickly shaded with forest trees as to give it a complete air of seclusion , we came in sight of the cottage . It was humble enough in its appearance for the most pastoral poet ; and yet it 38 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... up a narrow lane , so thickly shaded with forest trees as to give it a complete air of seclusion , we came in sight of the cottage . It was humble enough in its appearance for the most pastoral poet ; and yet it 38 THE SKETCH BOOK .
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... trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers tastefully disposed about the ... tree behind the cottage ; and I've been gathering some of the most delicious strawberries , for I know you are fond ...
... trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers tastefully disposed about the ... tree behind the cottage ; and I've been gathering some of the most delicious strawberries , for I know you are fond ...
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... trees , just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer land- scape . It is a little village , of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the ...
... trees , just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer land- scape . It is a little village , of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the ...
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... tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his ...
... tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his ...
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47 psl. - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll 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.
54 psl. - 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 ? " asked he.
45 psl. - 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. On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.
50 psl. - 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. —
219 psl. - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
55 psl. - He recollected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson," the first discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his crew of the Halfmoon...
53 psl. - Nicholas Vedder ! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
51 psl. - 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 nightcap...
38 psl. - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country.
300 psl. - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.