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... deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence ; her skies , kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine ; -no , never need an American ...
... deep rivers , rolling in solemn silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence ; her skies , kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine ; -no , never need an American ...
الصفحة 14
... deep , and of the air , and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes . I delighted to loll over the quarter - rail- ing , or climb to the main - top , of a calm day , and muse for hours together on the tranquil bosom of a ...
... deep , and of the air , and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes . I delighted to loll over the quarter - rail- ing , or climb to the main - top , of a calm day , and muse for hours together on the tranquil bosom of a ...
الصفحة 15
... among the caverns of the deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and no one can tell the story of their end . What over - - sighs have been wafted after that ship ! what prayers The Voyage . 15.
... among the caverns of the deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and no one can tell the story of their end . What over - - sighs have been wafted after that ship ! what prayers The Voyage . 15.
الصفحة 16
... deep ! How has expectation darkened into anxiety - anxi- ety into dread — and dread into despair ! Alas ! not one memento may ever return for love to cherish . All that may ever be known , is , that she sailed from her port , " and was ...
... deep ! How has expectation darkened into anxiety - anxi- ety into dread — and dread into despair ! Alas ! not one memento may ever return for love to cherish . All that may ever be known , is , that she sailed from her port , " and was ...
الصفحة 17
... Deep called unto deep . At times the black_volume of clouds overhead seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foaming billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bel- lowed over ...
... Deep called unto deep . At times the black_volume of clouds overhead seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foaming billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bel- lowed over ...
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الصفحة 40 - Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. In place of these, a lean, bilious-looking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens...
الصفحة 141 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; 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!
الصفحة 30 - He would carry a fowling-piece on his shoulder for hours together, trudging through woods and swamps, and up hill and down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons.
الصفحة 34 - Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!" He looked around, but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the mountain. He thought his fancy must have deceived him, and turned again to descend, when he heard the same cry ring through the still evening air : " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle...
الصفحة 43 - ... which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage. It was determined, however, to take the opinion of old Peter Vanderdonk, who was seen slowly advancing up the road. He was a descendant of the historian of that name, who wrote one of the earliest accounts of the province. Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village, and well versed in all the wonderful events and traditions of the neighbourhood.
الصفحة 274 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
الصفحة 33 - Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself...
الصفحة 207 - 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. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
الصفحة 358 - A great elm-tree spread its broad branches over it, at the foot of which bubbled up a spring of the softest and sweetest water, in a little well formed of a barrel, and then stole sparkling away through the grass, to a neighboring brook, that bubbled along among alders and dwarf willows.
الصفحة 47 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...