Washington Irving (April 3, 1783 – November 28, 1859) was an American author, essayist, biographer, historian, and diplomat of the early 19th century. He is best known for his short stories "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" and "Rip Van Winkle", both of which appear in his book The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. His historical works include biographies of George Washington, Oliver Goldsmith and Muhammad, and several histories of 15th-century Spain dealing with subjects such as Christopher Columbus, the Moors, and the Alhambra. Irving served as the U.S. ambassador to Spain from 1842 to 1846.
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Who ever hears of fat men heading a riot, or herding together in turbulent mobs?Nono, 'tis your lean, hungry men who are continually worrying society, and setting the whole community by th...Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. A History of New York, bk. 3, ch. 2 (1809). Written under the pseudonym Diedrich Knickerbocker.
''Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.''Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. "Bachelors," Bracebridge Hall (1822).
There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse; as I have found in travelling in a stage- coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position and be bruised in a new pl...Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. Tales of a Traveler, preface (1824).
''Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.''Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. "Rip Van Winkle," (1819-1820).
''They who drink beer will think beer.''Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. "Stratford-on-Avon," (1819-1820). This quotation has also be...
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The Falls of the Passaic
In a wild, tranquil vale, fringed with forests of green,
Where nature had fashioned a soft, sylvan scene,
The retreat of the ring-dove, the haunt of the deer,
Passaic in silence rolled gentle and clear.
No grandeur of prospect astonished the sight,
No abruptness sublime mingled awe with delight;
Here the wild floweret blossomed, the elm proudly waved,
And pure was the current the green bank that laved.
But the spirit that ruled o'er the thick tangled wood,
And deep in its gloom fixed his murky abode,
Who loved the wild scene that the whirlwinds ...