The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentPutman, 1868 - 507 sider |
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... happy shores . - There was a delicious sensation of mingled security and awe with which I looked down , from my giddy height , on the monsters of the deep at their uncouth gambols . Shoals of porpoises tum- bling about the bow of the ...
... happy shores . - There was a delicious sensation of mingled security and awe with which I looked down , from my giddy height , on the monsters of the deep at their uncouth gambols . Shoals of porpoises tum- bling about the bow of the ...
Side 40
... the smile will van- ish from that cheek the song will die away from those lips the lustre of those eyes will be quenched with sorrow ; and the happy heart , - which now beats lightly in that bosom , will be 19 40 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
... the smile will van- ish from that cheek the song will die away from those lips the lustre of those eyes will be quenched with sorrow ; and the happy heart , - which now beats lightly in that bosom , will be 19 40 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
Side 42
... happy with Mary " - ― - " I could be happy with her , " cried he , convul- sively , " in a hovel ! I could go down with her into poverty and the dust ! I could I could God bless her ! -God bless her ! " cried he , burst . ing into a ...
... happy with Mary " - ― - " I could be happy with her , " cried he , convul- sively , " in a hovel ! I could go down with her into poverty and the dust ! I could I could God bless her ! -God bless her ! " cried he , burst . ing into a ...
Side 47
... his face , " oh , we shall be so happy ! ” Poor Leslie was overcome . - He caught her to his bosom he folded his arms round her he kissed her again and again he could not speak . but the tears gushed into his eyes ; and he THE WIFE . 47.
... his face , " oh , we shall be so happy ! ” Poor Leslie was overcome . - He caught her to his bosom he folded his arms round her he kissed her again and again he could not speak . but the tears gushed into his eyes ; and he THE WIFE . 47.
Side 48
... prosperously with him , and his life has , in- deed . been a happy one , yet never has he expe- rienced a moment of more exquisite felicity . мий ейли RIP VAN WINKLE . POSTHUMOUS WRITING OF DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER By 48 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
... prosperously with him , and his life has , in- deed . been a happy one , yet never has he expe- rienced a moment of more exquisite felicity . мий ейли RIP VAN WINKLE . POSTHUMOUS WRITING OF DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER By 48 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
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Side 66 - The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired "on which side he voted?" Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, "Whether he was Federal or Democrat?
Side 242 - What then is to insure this pile which now towers above me from sharing the fate of mightier mausoleums? The time must come when its gilded vaults, which now spring so loftily, shall lie in rubbish beneath the feet ; when, instead of the sound of melody and praise, the...
Side 60 - ... countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game. By degrees, Rip's awe and apprehension subsided. He even ventured, when no eye was fixed upon him, to taste the beverage, which he found had much of the flavor of excellent Hollands.
Side 456 - Sundays to take his station in front of the church gallery with a band of chosen singers, where in his own mind he completely carried away the palm from the parson. Certain it is his voice resounded far above all the rest of the congregation ; and there are peculiar quavers still to be heard in that church, and which may even be heard half a mile off, quite to the opposite side of the mill-pond, on a still Sunday morning, which are said to be legitimately descended from the nose of Ichabod Crane....
Side 63 - The very village was altered : it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared.
Side 249 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Side 462 - ... 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 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country.
Side 476 - ... state parlor of Van Tassel's mansion. Not those of the bevy of buxom lasses, with their luxurious display of red and white ; but the ample charms of a genuine Dutch country tea-table, in the sumptuous time of autumn.
Side 68 - The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was a whisper also about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation.