Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, Hurd & Houghton, 1865 - 504 sider |
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Side 31
... green grass plots . I saw the mouldering ruin of an abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighboring hill - all were characteristic of England . The tide and wind were so favorable ...
... green grass plots . I saw the mouldering ruin of an abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighboring hill - all were characteristic of England . The tide and wind were so favorable ...
Side 38
... green meadow- land ; while the Welsh mountains , blended with clouds , and melting into distance , bordered the horizon . This was Roscoe's favorite residence during the days of his prosperity . It had been the seat of elegant ...
... green meadow- land ; while the Welsh mountains , blended with clouds , and melting into distance , bordered the horizon . This was Roscoe's favorite residence during the days of his prosperity . It had been the seat of elegant ...
Side 56
... green of the nearer land- scape . It is a little village , of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the province , just about the beginning of the government of the good Peter ...
... green of the nearer land- scape . It is a little village , of great antiquity , having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the province , just about the beginning of the government of the good Peter ...
Side 63
... green knoll , covered with mountain herbage , that crowned the brow of a precipice . From an open- ing between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland . He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson ...
... green knoll , covered with mountain herbage , that crowned the brow of a precipice . From an open- ing between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland . He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson ...
Side 66
... green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen . He rubbed his eyes- it was a bright sunny morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure ...
... green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen . He rubbed his eyes- it was a bright sunny morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure ...
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abbey ancient antiquated baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge Canonchet castle character charm Christmas church churchyard cottage countenance customs Dame dark delight distant door earth Eastcheap Edward the Confessor England English Falstaff fancy favorite feelings fire flowers goblin grave green hall hand heard heart hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind lady Little Britain living look mansion Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled monuments morning mountain Narragansets nature neighborhood neighboring never night noble observed Odenwald old English old gentleman once passed Philip poet poor pride quiet Rip Van Winkle round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare sleep Sleepy Hollow sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit squire story sweet tender thing Thomas Lucy thought tion tomb trees turn village wandering Wassail Westminster Abbey whole wild William Walworth window worthy young
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Side 72 - 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 67 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain ; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Side 77 - ... 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 thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; 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 70 - ... approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. 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 198 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; 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 270 - Come, bring with a noise, My merrie, merrie boyes, The Christmas log to the firing; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
Side 70 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe, but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Side 41 - ... erewhile To share their converse, and enjoy their smile, And tempers, as he may, affliction's dart; Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art, Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile My tedious hours, and lighten every toil, I now resign you; nor with fainting heart; For pass a few short years, or days, or hours, And happier seasons may their dawn unfold, And all your sacred fellowship restore ; When, freed from earth, unlimited its powers, Mind shall with mind direct communion hold, And...
Side 66 - 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. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.
Side 71 - Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. In place of these, a lean, bilious-looking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens — elections — members of Congress — liberty — Bunker's Hill — heroes of seventysix — and other words, which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle.