The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 من الصفحات |
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... thing 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 ...
... thing 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 ...
الصفحة 7
... the dense fog . We fired signal guns , and listened if we might hear the halloo of any survivors : but all was silent- we never saw or heard any thing of them more . " I confess these stories , for a time , put THE VOYAGE . 7.
... the dense fog . We fired signal guns , and listened if we might hear the halloo of any survivors : but all was silent- we never saw or heard any thing of them more . " I confess these stories , for a time , put THE VOYAGE . 7.
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... thing of which his childhood has heard , or on which his studious years have pondered . From that time until the moment of arrival , it was all feverish excitement . The ships of war , that prowled like guardian giants along the coast ...
... thing of which his childhood has heard , or on which his studious years have pondered . From that time until the moment of arrival , it was all feverish excitement . The ships of war , that prowled like guardian giants along the coast ...
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... thing can be more touching than to behold a soft and tender fe- male , who had been all weakness and dependence , and alive to every trivial roughness , while treading the prosperous paths of life , suddenly rising in mental force to be ...
... thing can be more touching than to behold a soft and tender fe- male , who had been all weakness and dependence , and alive to every trivial roughness , while treading the prosperous paths of life , suddenly rising in mental force to be ...
الصفحة 24
... thing elegant , almost of everything convenient ; and may now be sitting down , exhausted and spiritless , brooding over a prospect of future poverty . " - There was a degree of probability in this picture that I could not gainsay , so ...
... thing elegant , almost of everything convenient ; and may now be sitting down , exhausted and spiritless , brooding over a prospect of future poverty . " - There was a degree of probability in this picture that I could not gainsay , so ...
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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...