The Sketch BookAllyn and Bacon, 1894 - 423 من الصفحات |
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... face against the circula- tion of such works as do not pay an amazing toll to themselves . But they have lost the art of altogether damming up the road in such cases between the author and the public , which they were once able to do as ...
... face against the circula- tion of such works as do not pay an amazing toll to themselves . But they have lost the art of altogether damming up the road in such cases between the author and the public , which they were once able to do as ...
الصفحة 35
... face glanced out at the window and vanished a light footstep was heard Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her cheek ...
... face glanced out at the window and vanished a light footstep was heard Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her cheek ...
الصفحة 36
... 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 has often ...
... 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 has often ...
الصفحة 43
... face , and if dogs can feel pity I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill ...
... face , and if dogs can feel pity I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill ...
الصفحة 45
... face , and small pig- gish eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was surmounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards , of various shapes and colors ...
... face , and small pig- gish eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was surmounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards , of various shapes and colors ...
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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...