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... thought of Mr. Archibald Constable as publisher , having been treated by him with much hos- pitality during a visit to Edinburgh ; but first I deter- mined to submit my work to Sir Walter ( then Mr. ) Scott , being encouraged to do so ...
... thought of Mr. Archibald Constable as publisher , having been treated by him with much hos- pitality during a visit to Edinburgh ; but first I deter- mined to submit my work to Sir Walter ( then Mr. ) Scott , being encouraged to do so ...
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... in America , and man among the number . A great man of Europe , thought I , must there- fore be as superior to a great man of America , as a peak of the Alps to a highland of the Hudson ; 2 THE ACCOUNT OF THE AUTHOR . 17.
... in America , and man among the number . A great man of Europe , thought I , must there- fore be as superior to a great man of America , as a peak of the Alps to a highland of the Hudson ; 2 THE ACCOUNT OF THE AUTHOR . 17.
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... thought I , and see the gigantic race from which I am degenerated . It has been either my good or evil lot to have my rov- ing passion gratified . I have wandered through different countries , and witnessed many of the shifting scenes ...
... thought I , and see the gigantic race from which I am degenerated . It has been either my good or evil lot to have my rov- ing passion gratified . I have wandered through different countries , and witnessed many of the shifting scenes ...
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... thought I , is the crew ? Their struggle has long been over - they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest their bones lie whitening among the caverns of the deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and ...
... thought I , is the crew ? Their struggle has long been over - they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest their bones lie whitening among the caverns of the deep . Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and ...
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... had a noble Ro- man style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased a painter ; and though some slight furrows on ais brow showed that wasting thought had been busy 29 there , yet his eye still beamed with the fire ROSCOE.
... had a noble Ro- man style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased a painter ; and though some slight furrows on ais brow showed that wasting thought had been busy 29 there , yet his eye still beamed with the fire ROSCOE.
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الصفحة 203 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
الصفحة 77 - 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 201 - 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 51 - Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
الصفحة 72 - To make a long story short, the company broke up and returned to the more important concerns of the election. Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, wellfurnished house, and a stout, cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else...
الصفحة 280 - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
الصفحة 60 - ... clambered up a narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine or rather cleft between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thundershowers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded.
الصفحة 57 - ... vapor 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 510 - In the dead hush of midnight he could even hear the barking of the watch-dog from the opposite shore of the Hudson, but it was so vague and faint as only to give an idea of his distance from this faithful companion of man. Now and then, too, the long-drawn crowing of a cock, accidentally awakened, would sound far, far off, from some farmhouse away among the hills ; but it was like a dreaming sound in his ear. No signs of life occurred near him, but occasionally the melancholy chirp of a cricket,...
الصفحة 64 - ... he got down into the glen : he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs.