The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. ...G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1888 - 532 sider |
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Side 44
... how , in the midst of applause , her eye would still turn to him , as iî there alone she sought favor and acceptance . When leaning on his arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall , manly person . The 44 The Sketcb - Book.
... how , in the midst of applause , her eye would still turn to him , as iî there alone she sought favor and acceptance . When leaning on his arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall , manly person . The 44 The Sketcb - Book.
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... arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy . - But , poor girl , " added he , " she cannot realize the change we must undergo . She has no idea of poverty but in the abstract ; she has only read of it ...
... arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy . - But , poor girl , " added he , " she cannot realize the change we must undergo . She has no idea of poverty but in the abstract ; she has only read of it ...
Side 53
... arm ; we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching sim- plicity , a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond . I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm . He stepped forward to hear more ...
... arm ; we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching sim- plicity , a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond . I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm . He stepped forward to hear more ...
Side 54
... arm within his , and looking up brightly in his face , “ Oh , we shall be so happy ! ” Poor Leslie was overcome . He caught her to his bosom - he folded his arms round her - he kissed her again and again — he could not speak , but the ...
... arm within his , and looking up brightly in his face , “ Oh , we shall be so happy ! ” Poor Leslie was overcome . He caught her to his bosom - he folded his arms round her - he kissed her again and again — he could not speak , but the ...
Side 75
... arm , and , rising on tiptoe , inquired in his ear , " Whether he was Federal or Democrat ? ” Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question ; when a knowing , self - important old gentleman , in a sharp cocked hat , made his Rip ...
... arm , and , rising on tiptoe , inquired in his ear , " Whether he was Federal or Democrat ? ” Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question ; when a knowing , self - important old gentleman , in a sharp cocked hat , made his Rip ...
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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.