The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. Artist's ed |
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Side 15
... entered into a detail of the various terms upon which arrangements were made between authors and booksellers , that I might take my choice ; expressing the most encouraging confidence of the suc cess of my work , and of previous works ...
... entered into a detail of the various terms upon which arrangements were made between authors and booksellers , that I might take my choice ; expressing the most encouraging confidence of the suc cess of my work , and of previous works ...
Side 33
... entering the room . He was ad- vanced in life , tall , and of a form that might once have been commanding , but it was a little bowed by time - perhaps by care . He had a noble Roman style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased ...
... entering the room . He was ad- vanced in life , tall , and of a form that might once have been commanding , but it was a little bowed by time - perhaps by care . He had a noble Roman style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased ...
Side 65
... entering the amphitheatre , new objects of wonder pre- sented themselves . On a level spot in the centre was a com- pany of odd - looking personages playing at nine - pins . They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion ; some wore ...
... entering the amphitheatre , new objects of wonder pre- sented themselves . On a level spot in the centre was a com- pany of odd - looking personages playing at nine - pins . They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion ; some wore ...
Side 68
... entered the skirts of the village . A troop of strange children ran at his heels , hooting after him , and pointing at his gray beard . The dogs , too , not one of which he recog nized for an old acquaintance , barked at him as he ...
... entered the skirts of the village . A troop of strange children ran at his heels , hooting after him , and pointing at his gray beard . The dogs , too , not one of which he recog nized for an old acquaintance , barked at him as he ...
Side 70
... entered the house , which , to tell the truth , Dame Van Winkle had always kept in neat order . It was empty , forlorn , and apparently abandoned . This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears - he called loudly for his wife and ...
... entered the house , which , to tell the truth , Dame Van Winkle had always kept in neat order . It was empty , forlorn , and apparently abandoned . This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears - he called loudly for his wife and ...
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Side 74 - 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 assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
Side 62 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Side 83 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
Side 77 - ... an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business. Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time, and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favor.
Side 72 - Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red nightcap, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes — all this was strange and incomprehensible. He...
Side 79 - ... insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunderstorm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught...
Side 58 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
Side 72 - 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 113 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Side 26 - At sea, everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention. It proved to be the mast of a ship that must have been completely wrecked, for there were the remains of handkerchiefs by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar to prevent their being washed off by the waves. There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained.