The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG.P. Putnam's sons, 1848 - 464 sider |
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... true , our great men in America : not a city but has an ample share of them . I have mingled among them in my time , and been almost withered by the shade into which they cast me ; for there is nothing so baleful to a small man as the ...
... true , our great men in America : not a city but has an ample share of them . I have mingled among them in my time , and been almost withered by the shade into which they cast me ; for there is nothing so baleful to a small man as the ...
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... . In travelling by land there is a continuity of scene and a connected succession of persons and incidents , that carry on the story of life , and lessen the effect of absence and separa- tion . We drag , it is true , " THE VOYAGE,
... . In travelling by land there is a continuity of scene and a connected succession of persons and incidents , that carry on the story of life , and lessen the effect of absence and separa- tion . We drag , it is true , " THE VOYAGE,
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Washington Irving. tion . We drag , it is true , " a lengthening chain , " at each re move of our pilgrimage ; but the chain is unbroken : we can trace it back link by link ; and we feel that the last still grap- ples us to home . But a ...
Washington Irving. tion . We drag , it is true , " a lengthening chain , " at each re move of our pilgrimage ; but the chain is unbroken : we can trace it back link by link ; and we feel that the last still grap- ples us to home . But a ...
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... true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure ; but , surely , if the people of Liverpool had been properly sensible of what was due to Mr. Roscoe and themselves , his library would never ...
... true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure ; but , surely , if the people of Liverpool had been properly sensible of what was due to Mr. Roscoe and themselves , his library would never ...
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... true worth is always void of glare and pretension . But the man of letters , who speaks of Liverpool , speaks of it as the residence of Roscoe . - The intelligent traveller who visits it inquires where Roscoe is to be seen . He is the ...
... true worth is always void of glare and pretension . But the man of letters , who speaks of Liverpool , speaks of it as the residence of Roscoe . - The intelligent traveller who visits it inquires where Roscoe is to be seen . He is the ...
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Side 59 - There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair, long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper.
Side 62 - I am your father!" cried he — "Young Rip Van Winkle once — old Rip Van Winkle now ! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?" All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, " Sure enough ! it is Rip Van Winkle — it is himself. Welcome home again, old neighbor ! Why, where have you been these twenty long years?
Side 60 - ... 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 54 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colors. There was one who seemed to be the commander.
Side 62 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. " What is your name, my good woman ?
Side 55 - ... of excellent Hollands. He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another, and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Side 184 - ... if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet, — then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action will come thronging back upon thy memory and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
Side 51 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live, thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!" Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
Side 54 - Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed statuelike gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre 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 64 - Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, wellfurnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to any thing else but his business.