The sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, esqBernhard Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 من الصفحات |
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... countenance of happier days , and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure : but , surely , if the people of Liver- pool had been properly sensible of what was due to ...
... countenance of happier days , and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure : but , surely , if the people of Liver- pool had been properly sensible of what was due to ...
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... countenance , and a breaking heart . His life was but a protracted agony ; and what rendered it more insupportable was the necessity of keeping up a smile in the presence of his wife : for he could not bring himself to over- whelm her ...
... countenance , and a breaking heart . His life was but a protracted agony ; and what rendered it more insupportable was the necessity of keeping up a smile in the presence of his wife : for he could not bring himself to over- whelm her ...
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... countenance beamed with smiles I had never seen her look so lovely . - " My dear George , " cried she , " I am so glad you are come ! I have been watching and watching for you ; and running down the lane , and looking out for you . I've ...
... countenance beamed with smiles I had never seen her look so lovely . - " My dear George , " cried she , " I am so glad you are come ! I have been watching and watching for you ; and running down the lane , and looking out for you . I've ...
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... countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name . - It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had excited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine ...
... countenance . She seemed disappointed and agitated ; when I heard a faint voice call her name . - It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had excited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine ...
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... countenance so wasted , so pale , so ghastly , that it was no wonder even the eye of affection did not recognise him . But at the sound of his voice , her eye darted on nis features ; it read , at once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she ...
... countenance so wasted , so pale , so ghastly , that it was no wonder even the eye of affection did not recognise him . But at the sound of his voice , her eye darted on nis features ; it read , at once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she ...
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الصفحة 41 - Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since — his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.
الصفحة 253 - 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 29 - 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 45 - 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 37 - ... 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. "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten me!
الصفحة 38 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches, or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper.
الصفحة 36 - ... in the country round. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him, invariably stroked their chins. The constant recurrence...
الصفحة 29 - The women of the village, too, used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them. In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody's business but his own; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.
الصفحة 39 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war — Congress — Stony Point; he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?
الصفحة 34 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.