The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. ...G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1888 - 532 sider |
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... antiquity - to loiter about the ruined castle - to meditate on the falling tower - to escape , in short , from the commonplace reali- ties of the present , and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs of the past . I I had , beside all ...
... antiquity - to loiter about the ruined castle - to meditate on the falling tower - to escape , in short , from the commonplace reali- ties of the present , and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs of the past . I I had , beside all ...
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... antiquity , he has interwoven the history of his life with the his- tory of his native town , and has made the foundations of its fame the monuments of his virtues . Wherever you go in Liverpool , you perceive traces of his footsteps in ...
... antiquity , he has interwoven the history of his life with the his- tory of his native town , and has made the foundations of its fame the monuments of his virtues . Wherever you go in Liverpool , you perceive traces of his footsteps in ...
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... antiquity and posterity : with antiquity , in the sweet communion of studious retirement ; and with posterity , in the generous aspirings after future renown . The solitude of such a mind is its state of highest enjoyment . It is then ...
... antiquity and posterity : with antiquity , in the sweet communion of studious retirement ; and with posterity , in the generous aspirings after future renown . The solitude of such a mind is its state of highest enjoyment . It is then ...
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... antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early times of the province , just about the beginning of the gov- ernment of the good Peter Stuyvesant ( may he rest in peace ! ) , and there were some of the houses ...
... antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early times of the province , just about the beginning of the gov- ernment of the good Peter Stuyvesant ( may he rest in peace ! ) , and there were some of the houses ...
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... antiquities of our race the birthplace and mausoleum of the sages and heroes of our pater- nal history . After our own country , there was none in whose glory we more delighted - none whose good opinion we were more anxious to possess ...
... antiquities of our race the birthplace and mausoleum of the sages and heroes of our pater- nal history . After our own country , there was none in whose glory we more delighted - none whose good opinion we were more anxious to possess ...
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Side 68 - 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 52 - Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill Mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Side 68 - ... air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice; and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.
Side 58 - The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air; casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle, he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
Side 65 - ... 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 237 - Among the musical disciples who assembled one evening in each week to receive his instructions in psalmody, was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a substantial Dutch farmer. She was a blooming lass of fresh eighteen ; plump as a partridge, ripe and melting and rosy-cheeked as one of her father's peaches, and universally famed, not merely for her beauty, but her vast expectations.
Side 64 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Side 145 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look; A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook ; Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear XXIV.
Side 13 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Side 110 - 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.