The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentPutnam, 1868 - 507 sider |
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... and give such intrepidity and elevation to their character , that at times it approaches to sublimity . Nothing can be more touching than to behold a soft and tender female , who had been all weakness and dependence The Wife.
... and give such intrepidity and elevation to their character , that at times it approaches to sublimity . Nothing can be more touching than to behold a soft and tender female , who had been all weakness and dependence The Wife.
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Washington Irving. tender female , who had been all weakness and dependence , and alive to every trivial roughness , while treading the prosperous paths of life , sud- denly rising in mental force to be the comforter and support of her ...
Washington Irving. tender female , who had been all weakness and dependence , and alive to every trivial roughness , while treading the prosperous paths of life , sud- denly rising in mental force to be the comforter and support of her ...
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... tender blandishments to win him back to happiness ; but she only drove the arrow deeper into his soul . The more he saw cause to love her , the more torturing was the thought that he was soon to make her wretched . A little while ...
... tender blandishments to win him back to happiness ; but she only drove the arrow deeper into his soul . The more he saw cause to love her , the more torturing was the thought that he was soon to make her wretched . A little while ...
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... tender and graceful foliage ; the introduction of a green slope of velvet turf ; the partial opening to a peep of blue distance , or silver gleam of water : all these are managed with a delicate tact , a pervading yet quiet assiduity ...
... tender and graceful foliage ; the introduction of a green slope of velvet turf ; the partial opening to a peep of blue distance , or silver gleam of water : all these are managed with a delicate tact , a pervading yet quiet assiduity ...
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... tender tree , the pride and beauty of the grove ; graceful in its form , bright in its foliage , but with the worm preying at its heart . We find it suddenly withering , when it should be most fresh and luxuriant . We see it drooping ...
... tender tree , the pride and beauty of the grove ; graceful in its form , bright in its foliage , but with the worm preying at its heart . We find it suddenly withering , when it should be most fresh and luxuriant . We see it drooping ...
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Side 55 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on ; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Side 466 - ... eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof. Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens; whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond...
Side 50 - 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 53 - Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
Side 105 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Side 493 - An opening in the trees now cheered him with the hopes that the church bridge was at hand. The wavering reflection of a silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not mistaken. He saw the walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones' ghostly competitor had disappeared. " If I can but reach that bridge,
Side 482 - The musician was an old grayheaded negro, who had been the itinerant orchestra of the neighborhood for more than half a century. His instrument was as old and battered as himself. The greater part of the time he scraped on two or three strings, accompanying every movement of the bow with a motion of the head ; bowing almost to the ground, and stamping with his foot whenever a fresh couple were to start. Ichabod prided himself upon his dancing as much as upon his vocal powers. Not a limb, not a...
Side 468 - ... roofs, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers, the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front capable of being closed up in bad weather. Under this were hung flails, harness, various utensils of husbandry, and nets for fishing in the neighboring river. Benches were built along the sides for summer use, and a great spinning-wheel at one end and a churn at the other showed the various uses to which this important porch might be devoted.
Side 64 - ... was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had left but the day before. There stood the Kaatskill mountains — there ran the silver Hudson at a distance — there was every hill and dale precisely as it had always been. Rip was sorely perplexed — "That flagon last night/' thought he, "has addled my poor head sadly!
Side 192 - 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.