The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Bind 2Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1835 |
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... feeling as one of the choi- cest gifts a parent could bestow . " 6 We were interrupted by the clamour of a troop of dogs of all sorts and sizes , « mongrel , puppy , whelp , and hound , and curs of low degree , >>> that , disturbed by ...
... feeling as one of the choi- cest gifts a parent could bestow . " 6 We were interrupted by the clamour of a troop of dogs of all sorts and sizes , « mongrel , puppy , whelp , and hound , and curs of low degree , >>> that , disturbed by ...
Side 17
... feelings in this stronghold of old - fashioned hospitality . The win- dow of my chamber looked out upon what in summer would have been a beautiful landscape . There was a sloping lawn , a fine stream windig at the foot of it , and a ...
... feelings in this stronghold of old - fashioned hospitality . The win- dow of my chamber looked out upon what in summer would have been a beautiful landscape . There was a sloping lawn , a fine stream windig at the foot of it , and a ...
Side 18
... feeling , with which the worthy squire delivered one stanza ; his eye glistening , and his voice rambling out of all the bounds of time and tune : << Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse 18 CHRISTMAS DAY .
... feeling , with which the worthy squire delivered one stanza ; his eye glistening , and his voice rambling out of all the bounds of time and tune : << Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse 18 CHRISTMAS DAY .
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... his heart seemed overflo- wed with generous and happy feelings . As we passed ( I ) Ule ! Ule ! Three puddings in a pule ; Crack nuts and cry Üle ! » over a rising ground which commanded something of a prospect 26 CHRISTMAS DAY .
... his heart seemed overflo- wed with generous and happy feelings . As we passed ( I ) Ule ! Ule ! Three puddings in a pule ; Crack nuts and cry Üle ! » over a rising ground which commanded something of a prospect 26 CHRISTMAS DAY .
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... feeling , where all hearts met to- gether " ( 1 ) . There was much laughing and rallying as the honest emblem of Christmas joviality circulated , and was kissed rather coily by the ladies . When it reached Master Si- he raised it in ...
... feeling , where all hearts met to- gether " ( 1 ) . There was much laughing and rallying as the honest emblem of Christmas joviality circulated , and was kissed rather coily by the ladies . When it reached Master Si- he raised it in ...
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Side 83 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Side 33 - Just in this nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey ; Each serving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up, like our...
Side 14 - 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.
Side 68 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here ; Blessed be he that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Side 149 - The fire-flies, too, which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then startled him, as one of uncommon brightness would stream across his path; and if, by chance, a huge blockhead of a beetle came winging his blundering flight against him, the poor varlet was ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with a witch's token. His only resource on such occasions, either to drown thought, or drive away evil spirits, was to sing...
Side 173 - Ripper now began to feel some uneasiness about the fate of poor Ichabod and his saddle. An inquiry was set on foot, and after diligent investigation they came upon his traces. In one part of the road leading to the church was found the saddle, trampled in the dirt ; the tracks of horses...
Side 163 - I want breath and time to discuss this banquet as it deserves, and am too eager to get on with my story. Happily, Ichabod Crane was not in so great a hurry as his historian, but did ample justice to every dainty.
Side 172 - ... to the left. This road leads through a sandy hollow, shaded by trees for about a quarter of a mile, where it crosses the bridge famous in goblin story, and just beyond swells the green knoll on which stands the whitewashed church.
Side 153 - ... carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages; and even bright chanticleer himself lay sprawling on his back, in a sidedish, with uplifted claws, as if craving that quarter which his chivalrous spirit disdained to ask while living.
Side 166 - The tale was told of old Brouwer, a most heretical disbeliever in ghosts, how he met the Horseman returning from his foray into Sleepy Hollow, and was obliged to get up behind him ; how they galloped over bush and brake, over hill and swamp, until they reached the bridge ; when the Horseman suddenly turned into a skeleton, threw old Brouwer into the brook, and sprang away over the tree-tops with a clap of thunder.