The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 sider |
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... neighbouring villages , and added greatly to my stock of knowledge , by noting their habits and customs , and conversing with their sages and great men . I even journeyed one long summer's day to the summit of the most distant hill ...
... neighbouring villages , and added greatly to my stock of knowledge , by noting their habits and customs , and conversing with their sages and great men . I even journeyed one long summer's day to the summit of the most distant hill ...
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... apt , however , to ride his hobby his own way ; and though it did now and then kick up the dust a little in the eyes of his neighbours , and grieve the spirit of some friends for whom he felt the 26 RIP VAN WINKLE . Rip Van Winkle.
... apt , however , to ride his hobby his own way ; and though it did now and then kick up the dust a little in the eyes of his neighbours , and grieve the spirit of some friends for whom he felt the 26 RIP VAN WINKLE . Rip Van Winkle.
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... neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly ...
... neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly ...
Side 39
... neighbours , who used to keep about the tavern . Well who are they ? -- name them . " Rip bethought himself a moment , and inquired , " Where's Nicholas Vedder ? " There was a silence for a little while , when an old man re- plied , in ...
... neighbours , who used to keep about the tavern . Well who are they ? -- name them . " Rip bethought himself a moment , and inquired , " Where's Nicholas Vedder ? " There was a silence for a little while , when an old man re- plied , in ...
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... neighbours stared when they heard it ; some were seen to wink at each other , and put their tongues in their cheeks ; and the self - important man in the cocked hat , who , when the alarm was over , had returned to the field , screwed ...
... neighbours stared when they heard it ; some were seen to wink at each other , and put their tongues in their cheeks ; and the self - important man in the cocked hat , who , when the alarm was over , had returned to the field , screwed ...
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Side 39 - ... 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. "Alas! gentlemen...
Side 176 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Side 39 - 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 churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Side 39 - A 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 253 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Side 38 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.
Side 335 - In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages...
Side 133 - 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 68 - 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 32 - On the other side, he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was gradually advancing ; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys ; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors...