The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentMaynard, Merrill, & Company, 1906 - 1 من الصفحات |
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... 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 102
... 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 106
... song of the charmer , charm he never so wisely . " The person who told me her story had seen her at a masquerade . There can be no exhibition of far - gone wretchedness more striking and painful than to meet it in such a scene . To find ...
... song of the charmer , charm he never so wisely . " The person who told me her story had seen her at a masquerade . There can be no exhibition of far - gone wretchedness more striking and painful than to meet it in such a scene . To find ...
الصفحة 108
... 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 127
... song , and foliage and flower , and all the revel of the year , with which he ushers in the lady of his heart . It is this scene , in particular , which throws all the magic of romance about the old Castle Keep . He had risen , he says ...
... song , and foliage and flower , and all the revel of the year , with which he ushers in the lady of his heart . It is this scene , in particular , which throws all the magic of romance about the old Castle Keep . He had risen , he says ...
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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 68 - Alas! gentlemen," cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, "I am a poor quiet man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the king, God bless him!" Here a general shout burst from the bystanders — "A tory! a tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!
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 muing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
الصفحة 67 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
الصفحة 58 - ... green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark,* here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.
الصفحة 74 - He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's hotel. He was observed, at first, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so recently awaked. It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related, and not a man, woman, or child in the neighborhood but knew it by heart.
الصفحة 59 - Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!" — at the same time Wolf bristled up his back and giving a low growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one...
الصفحة 375 - 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 482 - ... band of chosen singers ; where, in his own mind, he completely carried away the palm from the parson. Certain it is, his voice resounded far above all the rest of the congregation ; and there are peculiar quavers still to be heard in that church, and which may even be heard half a mile off, quite to the opposite side of the mill-pond, on a still Sunday morning, which are said to be legitimately descended from the nose of Ichabod Crane. Thus, by divers little makeshifts in that ingenious way which...
الصفحة 207 - There is a remembrance of the dead to .which we turn even from the charms of the living.