The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentPutman, 1868 - 507 sider |
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Side 18
... paint St. Peter's , or the Coliseum ; the cascade of Terni , or the bay of Naples ; and had not a single glacier or volcano in his whole collection . THE VOYAGE . Ships , ships , I will descrie 18 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
... paint St. Peter's , or the Coliseum ; the cascade of Terni , or the bay of Naples ; and had not a single glacier or volcano in his whole collection . THE VOYAGE . Ships , ships , I will descrie 18 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
Side 27
... whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaintances the greeting of friends the consultations of men of ...
... whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaintances the greeting of friends the consultations of men of ...
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... whole force of his talents and influence to advance and embellish his native town . Indeed , it is this last trait in his character which has given him the greatest interest in my eyes , and induced me particularly to point him out to ...
... whole force of his talents and influence to advance and embellish his native town . Indeed , it is this last trait in his character which has given him the greatest interest in my eyes , and induced me particularly to point him out to ...
Side 36
... whole is no effusion of fancy , but a faithful transcript from the writer's heart . TO MY BOOKS . As one who , destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile ...
... whole is no effusion of fancy , but a faithful transcript from the writer's heart . TO MY BOOKS . As one who , destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile ...
Side 41
... whole situation in a tone of the deepest de- spair . When I heard him through I inquired , 66 Does your wife know all this ? " — At the ques- tion he burst into an agony of tears . " For God's sake ! " cried he , " if you have any pity ...
... whole situation in a tone of the deepest de- spair . When I heard him through I inquired , 66 Does your wife know all this ? " — At the ques- tion he burst into an agony of tears . " For God's sake ! " cried he , " if you have any pity ...
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abbey ancient antiquity baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge bustle Canonchet castle character charm Christmas church churchyard cottage countenance custom Dame dark delight distant door earth Eastcheap Edward the Confessor England English Falstaff fancy feelings flowers grave green hall hand haunted heard heart hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind lady Little Britain living look mansion Master Simon melancholy ment merry mind mingled monuments morning Narragansets nature neighborhood neighboring never night noble observed old English old gentleman once passed Philip pict poet poor pride quiet Rip Van Winkle round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare sleep Sleepy Hollow sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit Squire story sweet tender thought tion tomb tower trees turn village wandering Wassail Wat Tyler Westminster Abbey whole wild William Walworth window worthy young
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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.