The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...A. and W. Galignani, 1824 |
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Side 14
... heard or read of the watery world beneath me ; of the finny herds that roam its fathom- less valleys ; of the shapeless monsters that lurk among the very foundations of the earth ; and of those wild phantasms that swell the tales of ...
... heard or read of the watery world beneath me ; of the finny herds that roam its fathom- less valleys ; of the shapeless monsters that lurk among the very foundations of the earth ; and of those wild phantasms that swell the tales of ...
Side 16
... heard of more ! » The sight of this wreck , as usual , gave rise to many dismal anecdotes . This was parti- cularly the case in the evening , when the weather , which had hitherto been fair , began to look wild and threatening , and ...
... heard of more ! » The sight of this wreck , as usual , gave rise to many dismal anecdotes . This was parti- cularly the case in the evening , when the weather , which had hitherto been fair , began to look wild and threatening , and ...
Side 18
... heard their drowning cry mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears swept us out of all farther hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put the ship about , she was under such head ...
... heard their drowning cry mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears swept us out of all farther hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put the ship about , she was under such head ...
Side 19
... weltering sea , were fright- ful . As I heard the waves rushing along the side of the ship , and roaring in my very ear , it seemed as if Death were raging round this floating prison , seeking for his prey : the mere THE VOYAGE . 19.
... weltering sea , were fright- ful . As I heard the waves rushing along the side of the ship , and roaring in my very ear , it seemed as if Death were raging round this floating prison , seeking for his prey : the mere THE VOYAGE . 19.
Side 20
... , when he first comes in sight of Europe . There is a volume of associations with the very name . It is the land of pro- mise , teeming with every thing of which his childhood has heard , or on which his stu- dious 20 THE VOYAGE .
... , when he first comes in sight of Europe . There is a volume of associations with the very name . It is the land of pro- mise , teeming with every thing of which his childhood has heard , or on which his stu- dious 20 THE VOYAGE .
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Side 88 - Nicholas Vedder?" 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.
Side 289 - Say I died true. My love was false, but I was firm, From my hour of birth, Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth.
Side 12 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Side 83 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Side 80 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Side 274 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Side 84 - ... 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.
Side 87 - ... knowing, self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded, in an austere tone, "what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village?
Side 78 - ... countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
Side 316 - ... so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out : an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eel-pot.