The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...A. and W. Galignani, 1824 |
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... - shine : -no , never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery . But Europe held forth all the charms of storied and poetical association . There were to be seen ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF . 5.
... - shine : -no , never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery . But Europe held forth all the charms of storied and poetical association . There were to be seen ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF . 5.
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... look over the hints and memo- randums I have taken down for the purpose , my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humour has led me aside from the great objects studied by every regular traveller who would make a book . I fear I ...
... look over the hints and memo- randums I have taken down for the purpose , my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humour has led me aside from the great objects studied by every regular traveller who would make a book . I fear I ...
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... the evening , when the weather , which had hitherto been fair , began to look wild and threatening , and gave indica- tions of one of those sudden storms that will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage 16 THE VOYAGE .
... the evening , when the weather , which had hitherto been fair , began to look wild and threatening , and gave indica- tions of one of those sudden storms that will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage 16 THE VOYAGE .
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... look out for fish- ing smacks , which are accustomed to lie at anchor on the banks . The wind was blowing a smacking breeze , and we were going at a great rate through the water . Suddenly the watch gave the alarm of ' a sail a - head ...
... look out for fish- ing smacks , which are accustomed to lie at anchor on the banks . The wind was blowing a smacking breeze , and we were going at a great rate through the water . Suddenly the watch gave the alarm of ' a sail a - head ...
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... looks and stifled sighs , and was not to be deceived by his sickly and vapid attempts at cheerfulness . She tasked all her sprightly powers and tender blandishments to win him back to happiness ; but she only drove the ar- row deeper ...
... looks and stifled sighs , and was not to be deceived by his sickly and vapid attempts at cheerfulness . She tasked all her sprightly powers and tender blandishments to win him back to happiness ; but she only drove the ar- row deeper ...
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الصفحة 88 - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
الصفحة 289 - 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 12 - 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.
الصفحة 83 - 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 80 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
الصفحة 274 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
الصفحة 84 - ... the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.
الصفحة 87 - ... knowing, self-important old 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 78 - ... 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.
الصفحة 316 - ... so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out : an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eel-pot.