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... countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name . It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had ex- cited the sympathy of every one on board . When THE VOYAGE . 19.
... countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name . It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had ex- cited the sympathy of every one on board . When THE VOYAGE . 19.
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... countenance ; a head that would have pleased a painter ; and though some slight furrows on his brow showed that wasting thought had been busy there , yet his eye still beamed with the fire of a poetic soul . There was some- thing in his ...
... countenance ; a head that would have pleased a painter ; and though some slight furrows on his brow showed that wasting thought had been busy there , yet his eye still beamed with the fire of a poetic soul . There was some- thing in his ...
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... countenance of happier days , and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure ; but , surely , if the people of Liver- pool had been properly sensible of what was due to ...
... countenance of happier days , and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure ; but , surely , if the people of Liver- pool had been properly sensible of what was due to ...
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... countenance , and a breaking heart . His life was but a protracted agony ; and what rendered it more insupportable was the necessity of keeping up a smile in the presence of his wife ; for he could not bring himself to overwhelm her ...
... countenance , and a breaking heart . His life was but a protracted agony ; and what rendered it more insupportable was the necessity of keeping up a smile in the presence of his wife ; for he could not bring himself to overwhelm her ...
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... countenance beamed with smiles - I had never seen her look so lovely . " My dear George , " cried she , " I am so glad you are come ! I have been watching and watching for you ; and running down the lane , and looking out for you . I've ...
... countenance beamed with smiles - I had never seen her look so lovely . " My dear George , " cried she , " I am so glad you are come ! I have been watching and watching for you ; and running down the lane , and looking out for you . I've ...
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Page 58 - Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in congress." Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war— congress— Stony Point— he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?"...
Page 60 - Rip's story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night. The neighbors stared when they heard it; some were seen to wink at each other, and put their tongues in their cheeks; and the self-important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the field, screwed down the corners of his mouth, and shook his head — upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage.
Page 49 - On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of...
Page 56 - The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired "on which side he voted?" Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, "Whether he was Federal or Democrat?
Page 52 - 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.
Page 57 - 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.
Page 45 - 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 attend to anybody's business but his own; but as to doing family duty and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.
Page 184 - Oh, the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every error— covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Page 46 - Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked a fresh volley from his wife, so that he was fain to draw off his forces, and take to the outside of the house — the only side which,...
Page 52 - Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest 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, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.