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... face against the circulation of such works as do not pay an amazing toll to themselves . But they have lost the art of altogether damming up the road in such cases between the author and the public , which they were once able to do as ...
... face against the circulation of such works as do not pay an amazing toll to themselves . But they have lost the art of altogether damming up the road in such cases between the author and the public , which they were once able to do as ...
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... face glanced out at the window and vanished - a light footstep was heard - and Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her ...
... face glanced out at the window and vanished - a light footstep was heard - and Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her ...
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... face , and if dogs can feel pity , I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaat- skill ...
... face , and if dogs can feel pity , I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaat- skill ...
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... face , and small piggish eyes : the face of another seemed to con- sist 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 ...
... face , and small piggish eyes : the face of another seemed to con- sist 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 ...
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... faces , the most mysterious silence , and were , withal , the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed . Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls , which , whenever they were rolled ...
... faces , the most mysterious silence , and were , withal , the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed . Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls , which , whenever they were rolled ...
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Página 246 - The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me ! " cried Bracebridge, laughing. At the sound of his voice, the bark was changed into a yelp of delight, and in a moment he was surrounded and almost overpowered by the caresses of the faithful animals.
Página 48 - 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.
Página 52 - 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.
Página 253 - Then let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber, The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me: And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, ., . My soul I'll pour into thee.
Página 54 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Página 45 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!
Página 46 - 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.
Página 39 - 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.
Página 47 - There was one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather-beaten countenance...
Página 56 - 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 Half- moon...