The Sketch Book of Geoffrey CrayonBaudry's European Library, 1846 - 336 páginas |
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... Indian Character . Philip of Pokanoket . 25 44 53 60 66 73 87 93 400 444 • 122 134 436 454 · 162 168 175 186 199 243 230 248 259 John Bull . 275 The Pride of the Village . 286 The Angler . 295 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow . 304 L'Envoy ...
... Indian Character . Philip of Pokanoket . 25 44 53 60 66 73 87 93 400 444 • 122 134 436 454 · 162 168 175 186 199 243 230 248 259 John Bull . 275 The Pride of the Village . 286 The Angler . 295 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow . 304 L'Envoy ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Indian corn , or building stone fences : the women of the village , too , used to employ him to run their errands , and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them . In a word , Rip was ready to ...
... Indian corn , or building stone fences : the women of the village , too , used to employ him to run their errands , and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them . In a word , Rip was ready to ...
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... 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 ? " " Oh , she died but a short time since ; she broke a blood- vessel in a ...
... 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 ? " " Oh , she died but a short time since ; she broke a blood- vessel in a ...
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... India ; or of any other tract which other travellers might be apt to picture out with the illusions of their fancies ; but I would cautiously receive his account of his immediate neigh- bours , and of those nations with which he is in ...
... India ; or of any other tract which other travellers might be apt to picture out with the illusions of their fancies ; but I would cautiously receive his account of his immediate neigh- bours , and of those nations with which he is in ...
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ancient antiquated Baltus Van Tassel Baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge bustle Canonchet castle character charm Christmas church churchyard companion cottage countenance custom Dame deep delight distant door earth Eastcheap English fancy favourite feelings flowers gathered goblin grave green hall hand heard heart honour horse hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind knight-errant lady land Little Britain living look mansion Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled monuments mountain nature neighbourhood neighbouring never night noble Odenwald old English old gentleman once passed Philip poet poor pride quiet racter Rip Van Winkle round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare side sleep Sleepy Hollow sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit Squire story sweet tender thing thought tion tomb tower trees turn village wandering Wassail Wat Tyler Westminster Abbey whole wild William Walworth window worthy young
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Página 38 - Alas! gentlemen," cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, "I am a poor, quiet man, a native of the place and a loyal subject of the King, God bless him!" Here a general shout burst from the bystanders: "A Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly...
Página 40 - Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home 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.
Página 30 - The moment Wolf 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 at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle, he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
Página 37 - ... 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 199 - Just in the nick the Cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each serving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up like our train'd band, Presented, and away.
Página 39 - 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 churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Página 33 - ... trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky, and the bright evening cloud. During the whole time, Rip and his companion had labored on in silence ; for though the former marvelled greatly what could be the object of carrying a keg of liquor up this wild mountain, yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown, that inspired awe, and checked familiarity.
Página 40 - 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?" All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, "Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle— it is himself! Welcome...
Página 37 - 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. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with...
Página 330 - ... to the left. This road leads through a sandy hollow shaded by trees for about a quarter of a mile, where it crosses the bridge famous in goblin story, and just beyond swells the green knoll on which stands the whitewashed church.