The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. Artist's ed |
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Side 25
... fancy them some fairy realms , and people them with a creation of my own - to watch the gentle undulat- ing billows , rolling their silver volumes , as if to die away on those happy shores . There was a delicious sensation of mingled ...
... fancy them some fairy realms , and people them with a creation of my own - to watch the gentle undulat- ing billows , rolling their silver volumes , as if to die away on those happy shores . There was a delicious sensation of mingled ...
Side 35
... fancy ; but has gone forth into the highways and thoroughfares of life ; he has planted bowers by the way - side , for the refreshment of the pilgrim and the sojourn er , and has opened pure fountains , where the laboring man may turn ...
... fancy ; but has gone forth into the highways and thoroughfares of life ; he has planted bowers by the way - side , for the refreshment of the pilgrim and the sojourn er , and has opened pure fountains , where the laboring man may turn ...
Side 38
... fancy pictured into retainers of the law . It was like visiting some classic fountain , that had once welled its pure waters in a sacred shade , but finding it dry and dusty , with the lizard and the toad brooding over the shattered ...
... fancy pictured into retainers of the law . It was like visiting some classic fountain , that had once welled its pure waters in a sacred shade , but finding it dry and dusty , with the lizard and the toad brooding over the shattered ...
Side 40
... pure feeling and elevated thought here displayed , it is the conviction , that the whole is no effusion of fancy , but a faithful transcript from the writer's heart . TO MY BOOKS As one who , destined from his. 40 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... pure feeling and elevated thought here displayed , it is the conviction , that the whole is no effusion of fancy , but a faithful transcript from the writer's heart . TO MY BOOKS As one who , destined from his. 40 THE SKETCH BOOK .
Side 43
... yet there is still a little world of love at home , of which he is the monarch . Whereas a single man is apt to run to waste and self - neglect ; to fancy himself lonely and aban- doned , and his heart to fall to ruin like THE WIFE . 43.
... yet there is still a little world of love at home , of which he is the monarch . Whereas a single man is apt to run to waste and self - neglect ; to fancy himself lonely and aban- doned , and his heart to fall to ruin like THE WIFE . 43.
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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.