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Side xii
... quietly for ten years , writing a little now and then , editing a book or two and collecting material for a biography of Wash- ington . Then , most unexpectedly , the Secretary of State , Dan- iel Webster , proffered him the appointment ...
... quietly for ten years , writing a little now and then , editing a book or two and collecting material for a biography of Wash- ington . Then , most unexpectedly , the Secretary of State , Dan- iel Webster , proffered him the appointment ...
Side xix
... quiet fun , never boisterous , and never violent . At times there is a lurking hint of irony ; and the omnipresent humor is always delicate and never insistent . " Rip Van Winkle " and the " Legend of Sleepy Hollow " in the " Sketch ...
... quiet fun , never boisterous , and never violent . At times there is a lurking hint of irony ; and the omnipresent humor is always delicate and never insistent . " Rip Van Winkle " and the " Legend of Sleepy Hollow " in the " Sketch ...
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... quiet sheet of water through an expanse of 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 ...
... quiet sheet of water through an expanse of 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 ...
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... quiet little Dutch inn of yore , there now was reared a tall naked pole , with some- thing on the top that looked like a red night - cap , and from it was fluttering a flag , on which was a singular assem- blage of stars and stripes ...
... quiet little Dutch inn of yore , there now was reared a tall naked pole , with some- thing on the top that looked like a red night - cap , and from it was fluttering a flag , on which was a singular assem- blage of stars and stripes ...
Side 50
... ? " — " Alas ! gentlemen , " cried Rip , somewhat dismayed , “ I am a poor quiet man , a native of the place , and a loyal subject of the king , God bless him ! " Here a general shout burst from the by - standers- 50 THE SKETCH - BOOK.
... ? " — " Alas ! gentlemen , " cried Rip , somewhat dismayed , “ I am a poor quiet man , a native of the place , and a loyal subject of the king , God bless him ! " Here a general shout burst from the by - standers- 50 THE SKETCH - BOOK.
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Side 40 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Side 48 - ... in the country round. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him, invariably stroked their chins. The constant recurrence...
Side 365 - ... the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond, convoying whole fleets of ducks; regiments of turkeys were gobbling through the farmyard, and guinea fowls fretting about it, like ill-tempered housewives, with their peevish discontented cry. Before the barn door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior, and a fine gentleman, clapping his burnished wings, and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart — sometimes tearing up the earth with...
Side 81 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Side 157 - ... then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging back upon thy memory and knocking dolefully at thy soul — then be sure that thou wilt lie down sorrowing and repentant on the grave, and utter the unheard groan, and pour the unavailing tear ; more deep, more bitter, because unheard and unavailing.
Side 365 - ... fretting about it, like ill-tempered housewives, with their peevish discontented cry. Before the barn door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior, and a fine gentleman, clapping his burnished wings, and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart — sometimes tearing up the earth with his feet, and then generously calling his ever-hungry family of wives and children to enjoy the rich morsel which he had discovered.
Side 156 - ... lavished upon us, almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene; the bed of death, with all its stifled griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful assiduities.
Side 363 - Hollow, as they sometimes called him. He would delight them equally by his anecdotes of witchcraft, and of the direful omens and portentous sights and sounds in the air, which prevailed in the earlier times of Connecticut ; and would frighten them...
Side 191 - There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things : our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors.
Side 380 - What passed at this interview I will not pretend to say, for in fact I do not know. Something, however, I fear me, must have gone wrong, for he certainly sallied forth, after no very great interval, with an air quite desolate and chapfallen.