Six Selections from Irving's Sketch-book: With Notes, Questions, Etc., For Home and School UseGinn & Company, 1895 |
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... death gave a tinge of seriousness to his whole life . 1809. History of New York , by Diedrich Knickerbocker . Sir Walter Scott was greatly delighted with this work . 1810. Admitted as a partner with two of his brothers in the commer ...
... death gave a tinge of seriousness to his whole life . 1809. History of New York , by Diedrich Knickerbocker . Sir Walter Scott was greatly delighted with this work . 1810. Admitted as a partner with two of his brothers in the commer ...
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... death . 1835. Purchased a tract of land on the Hudson , on which was small Dutch cottage , the Van Tassel house of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow , afterwards known as Wolfert's Roost , and rechristened Sunnyside . The railroad station ...
... death . 1835. Purchased a tract of land on the Hudson , on which was small Dutch cottage , the Van Tassel house of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow , afterwards known as Wolfert's Roost , and rechristened Sunnyside . The railroad station ...
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... death . Ralph Waldo Emerson was born the year after Irving began to write for The Morning Chronicle ; Oliver Wendell Holmes , the year of the publication of Irving's History of New York ; and James Russell Lowell , the year The Sketch ...
... death . Ralph Waldo Emerson was born the year after Irving began to write for The Morning Chronicle ; Oliver Wendell Holmes , the year of the publication of Irving's History of New York ; and James Russell Lowell , the year The Sketch ...
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... Death were raging round this floating prison , seeking for his prey ; the mere starting of a nail , the yawning of a seam , might give him entrance . A fine day , however , with a tranquil sea and favoring breeze , soon put all these ...
... Death were raging round this floating prison , seeking for his prey ; the mere starting of a nail , the yawning of a seam , might give him entrance . A fine day , however , with a tranquil sea and favoring breeze , soon put all these ...
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... death the thaw of all our vanitie . " CHRISTOLERO'S Epigrams , by T. B. 1598 . ON one of those sober and rather melancholy days , in the latter part of autumn , when the shadows of morning and even- ing almost mingle together , and ...
... death the thaw of all our vanitie . " CHRISTOLERO'S Epigrams , by T. B. 1598 . ON one of those sober and rather melancholy days , in the latter part of autumn , when the shadows of morning and even- ing almost mingle together , and ...
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Seite 84 - 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.
Seite 32 - 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.
Seite 100 - It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip, or could be made to comprehend the strange events that had taken place during his torpor. How that there had...
Seite 98 - 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?
Seite 92 - ... 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.
Seite 99 - There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. "I am your father!" cried he— "Young Rip Van Winkle once— old Rip Van Winkle now! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?
Seite 82 - 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. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Seite 96 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question, when a knowing, self-important old gentleman in a sharp cocked hat made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether...
Seite 82 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky ; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
Seite 88 - He was after his favorite sport of squirrel shooting, and the still solitudes had echoed and re-echoed with the reports of his gun. Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice.