The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. Artist's ed |
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الصفحة 45
... song will die away from those lips - the lustre of those eyes will be quenched with sorrow ; and the happy heart , which now beats lightly in that bosom , will be weighed down like mine , by the cares and miseries of the world . At ...
... song will die away from those lips - the lustre of those eyes will be quenched with sorrow ; and the happy heart , which now beats lightly in that bosom , will be weighed down like mine , by the cares and miseries of the world . At ...
الصفحة 105
... song piped in the intervals of the acts . He seeks for fame , for fortune , for space in the world's thought , and dominion over his fellow - men . But a woman's whole life is a history of the affections . The heart is her world : it is ...
... song piped in the intervals of the acts . He seeks for fame , for fortune , for space in the world's thought , and dominion over his fellow - men . But a woman's whole life is a history of the affections . The heart is her world : it is ...
الصفحة 109
... song of the charmer , charm he never so wisely . " The person who told me her story had seen her at a mas- querade . There can be no exhibition of far - gone wretchedness more striking and painful than to meet it in such a scene . Το ...
... song of the charmer , charm he never so wisely . " The person who told me her story had seen her at a mas- querade . There can be no exhibition of far - gone wretchedness more striking and painful than to meet it in such a scene . Το ...
الصفحة 111
... songs of her dear native plains , Every note which he loved awaking- Ah ! little they think , who delight in her strains , How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love - for his country he died , They were all ...
... songs of her dear native plains , Every note which he loved awaking- Ah ! little they think , who delight in her strains , How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love - for his country he died , They were all ...
الصفحة 130
... song- It was the month of May , when every thing was in bloom ; and he interprets the song of the nightingale into the language of his enamored feeling : * Lyf , person . Worship , all ye that lovers be , this May , For of your bliss ...
... song- It was the month of May , when every thing was in bloom ; and he interprets the song of the nightingale into the language of his enamored feeling : * Lyf , person . Worship , all ye that lovers be , this May , For of your bliss ...
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abbey ancient antiquated baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge bustle Canonchet castle character charm Christmas church churchyard cottage countenance customs Dame deep delight distant door earth Eastcheap Edward the Confessor England English Falstaff fancy favorite feelings fire flowers Gothic architecture grave green hall hand heard heart hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind lady Little Britain living look mansion Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled monuments morning mountain Narragansets nature neighborhood neighboring never night noble observed Odenwald old English old gentleman once passed Philip poet poor pride quiet Rip Van Winkle round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare Sleepy Hollow solemn sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit squire story sweet tender thing thought tion tomb trees turn village wandering Wassail Westminster Abbey whole wild William Walworth window worthy young
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الصفحة 74 - Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
الصفحة 62 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
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 77 - ... an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business. Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time, and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favor.
الصفحة 72 - Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red nightcap, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes — all this was strange and incomprehensible. He...
الصفحة 79 - ... insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunderstorm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught...
الصفحة 58 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
الصفحة 72 - 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 113 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
الصفحة 26 - At sea, everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention. It proved to be the mast of a ship that must have been completely wrecked, for there were the remains of handkerchiefs by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar to prevent their being washed off by the waves. There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained.