The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 من الصفحات |
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... English Writers on America Rural Life in England 26 45 55 The Broken Heart . 63 The Art of Book - making 69 A Royal Poet 77 The Country Church 92 The Widow and her Son 98 The Boar's Head Tavern 105 The Mutability of Literature 117 Rural ...
... English Writers on America Rural Life in England 26 45 55 The Broken Heart . 63 The Art of Book - making 69 A Royal Poet 77 The Country Church 92 The Widow and her Son 98 The Boar's Head Tavern 105 The Mutability of Literature 117 Rural ...
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... English travellers among us , who , I was assured , were very little people in their own country . I will visit this land of wonders , thought I , and see the gigantic race from which I am degenerated . It has been either my good or ...
... English travellers among us , who , I was assured , were very little people in their own country . I will visit this land of wonders , thought I , and see the gigantic race from which I am degenerated . It has been either my good or ...
الصفحة 44
... before a country justice , and signed with a cross , in the justice's own hand - writing . The story , therefore , is beyond the possibility of doubt . " D. K. " ENGLISH WRITERS ON AMERICA . " Methinks I see in 44 RIP VAN WINKLE .
... before a country justice , and signed with a cross , in the justice's own hand - writing . The story , therefore , is beyond the possibility of doubt . " D. K. " ENGLISH WRITERS ON AMERICA . " Methinks I see in 44 RIP VAN WINKLE .
الصفحة 45
... English travellers are the best and the worst in the world . Where no motives of pride or interest intervene , uone can equal them for profound and philosophical views of society ... ENGLISH WRITERS ON AMERICA . 45 English Writers on America.
... English travellers are the best and the worst in the world . Where no motives of pride or interest intervene , uone can equal them for profound and philosophical views of society ... ENGLISH WRITERS ON AMERICA . 45 English Writers on America.
الصفحة 46
... English travellers . While men of philo- sophical spirit and cultivated minds have been sent from Eng- land to ransack the poles , to penetrate deserts , and to study the manners and customs of barbarous nations , with which she can ...
... English travellers . While men of philo- sophical spirit and cultivated minds have been sent from Eng- land to ransack the poles , to penetrate deserts , and to study the manners and customs of barbarous nations , with which she can ...
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الصفحة 39 - ... 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. "Alas! gentlemen...
الصفحة 176 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
الصفحة 39 - 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 churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
الصفحة 39 - A 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 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 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.
الصفحة 335 - In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages...
الصفحة 133 - 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 68 - 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 32 - On the other side, he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was gradually advancing ; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys ; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors...