Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, Hurd & Houghton, 1865 - 504 sider |
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Side 16
... never see any of those things during their earlier years . I think I told you that Walter is sweeping the firmament with a feather like a maypole and indenting the pavement with a sword like a scythe - in other words , he has become a ...
... never see any of those things during their earlier years . I think I told you that Walter is sweeping the firmament with a feather like a maypole and indenting the pavement with a sword like a scythe - in other words , he has become a ...
Side 21
... never need an American look beyond his own country for the sub- lime and beautiful of natural scenery . very But Europe held forth the charms of storied and poetical association . There were to be seen the masterpieces of art , the ...
... never need an American look beyond his own country for the sub- lime and beautiful of natural scenery . very But Europe held forth the charms of storied and poetical association . There were to be seen the masterpieces of art , the ...
Side 27
... never heard of more ! " The sight of this wreck , as usual , gave rise to many dismal anecdotes . This was particularly the case in the evening , when the weather , which had hitherto been fair , began to look wild and threatening , and ...
... never heard of more ! " The sight of this wreck , as usual , gave rise to many dismal anecdotes . This was particularly the case in the evening , when the weather , which had hitherto been fair , began to look wild and threatening , and ...
Side 28
... waves . I heard their drowning cry mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears swept us out of all further hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put. 28 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... waves . I heard their drowning cry mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears swept us out of all further hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put. 28 THE SKETCH BOOK .
Side 29
... never saw or heard any thing of them more . " I confess these stories , for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confusion . There was a fearful , sullen ...
... never saw or heard any thing of them more . " I confess these stories , for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confusion . There was a fearful , sullen ...
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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.