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... followed me . The whistling of the wind through the rigging sounded like funereal wailings . The creaking of the masts , the strain- ing and groaning of bulk - heads , as the ship labored in the weltering sea , were frightful . As I ...
... followed me . The whistling of the wind through the rigging sounded like funereal wailings . The creaking of the masts , the strain- ing and groaning of bulk - heads , as the ship labored in the weltering sea , were frightful . As I ...
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... followed him . There seemed , I must confess , but little pride in her composition . She was the picture of broad , honest , vulgar enjoyment . The world went well with her ; and she liked the world 126 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
... followed him . There seemed , I must confess , but little pride in her composition . She was the picture of broad , honest , vulgar enjoyment . The world went well with her ; and she liked the world 126 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
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... followed by the grown - up daughters , with small morocco - bound prayer - books laid in the folds of their * Part of a sketch omitted in the preceding editions . pocket - handkerchiefs . The housemaid looks after them from A SUNDAY IN ...
... followed by the grown - up daughters , with small morocco - bound prayer - books laid in the folds of their * Part of a sketch omitted in the preceding editions . pocket - handkerchiefs . The housemaid looks after them from A SUNDAY IN ...
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... followed the direction of his eye through the door which stood open , and found it fixed wistfully on the savory breast of lamb , roast- ing in dripping richness before the fire . I now called to mind that , in the eagerness of my ...
... followed the direction of his eye through the door which stood open , and found it fixed wistfully on the savory breast of lamb , roast- ing in dripping richness before the fire . I now called to mind that , in the eagerness of my ...
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... followed the celebrated Iffland to the grave . Mingled with some pomp , you might trace much real feeling . In the midst of the ceremony , my attention was attracted by a young woman , who stood on a mound of earth , newly covered with ...
... followed the celebrated Iffland to the grave . Mingled with some pomp , you might trace much real feeling . In the midst of the ceremony , my attention was attracted by a young woman , who stood on a mound of earth , newly covered with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adventure ancient beauty beheld Bianca bosom Bracebridge Buckthorne buried carriage castle chamber character charm Christmas church companions countenance dark daughter delight distance door dress English Englishman eyes face Falstaff fancy father favorite feelings fellow felt fire Fondi gazed Genoa ghost grave hand haunted head heard heart horse Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian Iron John Jack Straw kind lady Little Britain looked mansion melancholy ment mind mingled mountains Narragansets nature neighborhood neighboring never night old English once passed Pelasgian poet poetical poetry POKANOKET poor Prossedi quiet recollect rich Rip Van Winkle robbers round scene seated seemed seen silent Sleepy Hollow sound spirit squire story strange stranger talk tender Terracina thing thought tion told Tom Walker tomb took travellers trees turned uncle village voice walked Wampanoags whole wild window Wolfert wonder worthy young
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Página 60 - ... 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." Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: "Where's your mother?
Página 415 - ... night; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof.
Página 414 - Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils ; and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was — a woman. Among the musical disciples who...
Página 50 - ... many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud or the sail of a lagging bark here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.
Página 423 - Books were flung aside without being put away on the shelves, inkstands were overturned, benches thrown down, and the whole school was turned loose an hour before the usual time, bursting forth like a legion of young imps, yelping and racketing about the green in joy at their early emancipation.
Página 56 - 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.
Página 18 - What sighs have been wafted after that ship! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home! How often has the mistress, the wife, the mother, pored over the daily news to catch some casual intelligence of this rover of the deep! How has expectation darkened into anxiety, anxiety into dread, and dread into despair! Alas! not one memento shall ever return for love to cherish. All that shall ever be known, is that she sailed from her port,
Página 31 - As one who, destined from his friends to part, Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile, And tempers as he may affliction's dart; Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art, Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile My tedious hours, and lighten every toil, I now resign you; nor with fainting heart; For pass a few short years, or days, or hours, And happier seasons may their dawn unfold, And all your sacred fellowship restore: When, freed from earth,...
Página 56 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters,
Página 53 - He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor — the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks — the wobegone party at nine-pins — the flagon — " Oh ! that flagon ! that wicked flagon !" thought Rip — " what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle !" He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean welloiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten....