The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, المجلد 1J. Murray, 1821 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... hand , and bring home their port - folios filled with sketches , I am disposed to get up a few for the entertainment of my friends . When , however , I look over the hints and memorandums I have taken down for the purpose , my heart ...
... hand , and bring home their port - folios filled with sketches , I am disposed to get up a few for the entertainment of my friends . When , however , I look over the hints and memorandums I have taken down for the purpose , my heart ...
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... hands were thrust into his pockets ; he was whistling thoughtfully , and walking to and fro , a small space having been ac- corded him by the crowd , in deference to his tem- porary importance . There were repeated cheer- ings and ...
... hands were thrust into his pockets ; he was whistling thoughtfully , and walking to and fro , a small space having been ac- corded him by the crowd , in deference to his tem- porary importance . There were repeated cheer- ings and ...
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... hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaintances the greetings of friends - the consultations of men of business . I alone was soli- tary and idle ...
... hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaintances the greetings of friends - the consultations of men of business . I alone was soli- tary and idle ...
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... grief and tenderness . " And believe me , my friend , " said I , stepping up , and grasping him warmly by the hand , " be- lieve me , she can be the same with you . Ay , more it will be a source of pride and triumph THE WIFE . 37.
... grief and tenderness . " And believe me , my friend , " said I , stepping up , and grasping him warmly by the hand , " be- lieve me , she can be the same with you . Ay , more it will be a source of pride and triumph THE WIFE . 37.
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... hand tremble on my arm . He stepped forward to hear more distinctly . His step made a noise on the gravel walk . A bright beau- tiful face glanced out at the window and vanished —a light footstep was heard and Mary came tripping forth ...
... hand tremble on my arm . He stepped forward to hear more distinctly . His step made a noise on the gravel walk . A bright beau- tiful face glanced out at the window and vanished —a light footstep was heard and Mary came tripping forth ...
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الصفحة 52 - The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians.
الصفحة 83 - 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...
الصفحة 66 - ... that overhung a sunny precipice; and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done? The morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.
الصفحة 70 - ... gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded, in an austere tone, "what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village?
الصفحة 67 - ... passed. 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. Strange names were over the doors — strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
الصفحة 64 - He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he rose to walk he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. "These mountain beds do not agree with me...
الصفحة 50 - In that same village, and in one of these very houses (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten), there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina.
الصفحة 57 - ... curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation. From even this strong-hold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage and call the members all to naught ; nor was that august personage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago, who charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of idleness.
الصفحة 261 - Where is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection is a pang ? Where is the child that would willingly forget the most tender of parents, though to remember be but to lament?
الصفحة 49 - 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.