The Illustrated Parlour MiscellanyG. Slater, 1849 - 325 من الصفحات |
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... eye fiery , and as dark as his hair , and that curling heavily and as black as a crow . There hung a gold chain ... eyes shot fire . Shaking back his hair , he ad- vanced towards her with extended arms , moving like a leopard . When ...
... eye fiery , and as dark as his hair , and that curling heavily and as black as a crow . There hung a gold chain ... eyes shot fire . Shaking back his hair , he ad- vanced towards her with extended arms , moving like a leopard . When ...
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... eyes . He was as one who is " gazing himself blind by looking on the moon . " All this while was his heart beating audibly , and he sat as quiet as a stone till the feast was done . When the duke had led the duchess away , and the hall ...
... eyes . He was as one who is " gazing himself blind by looking on the moon . " All this while was his heart beating audibly , and he sat as quiet as a stone till the feast was done . When the duke had led the duchess away , and the hall ...
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... eyes once more , and died . Having kissed her forehead and murmured over her , he got down again by the vine ; and he took two swords , and went into the woods dumb with despair , but withal most wroth . There he lay all night under the ...
... eyes once more , and died . Having kissed her forehead and murmured over her , he got down again by the vine ; and he took two swords , and went into the woods dumb with despair , but withal most wroth . There he lay all night under the ...
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... eye have begged a merciful hour at your hand , you cared not for her pain ; and lastly , whilst your hot veins were swelling with delight , you let her poorly die . You sold her unto death for your enjoyments - a sacrifice . You did not ...
... eye have begged a merciful hour at your hand , you cared not for her pain ; and lastly , whilst your hot veins were swelling with delight , you let her poorly die . You sold her unto death for your enjoyments - a sacrifice . You did not ...
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... eyes have seen and ears heard , " on that ground alone you will be " fit audience , though few , " to receive as mat- ters of course relations which would doubtless , for the moment , shock others as monstrous in improbability , if not ...
... eyes have seen and ears heard , " on that ground alone you will be " fit audience , though few , " to receive as mat- ters of course relations which would doubtless , for the moment , shock others as monstrous in improbability , if not ...
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الصفحة 114 - 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 118 - 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 thunder-showers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded.
الصفحة 120 - ... seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.
الصفحة 126 - ... the doors off the hinges. A half-starved d'og 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. "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten me!
الصفحة 119 - ... trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky, and the bright evening cloud. During the whole time, Rip and his companion had labored on in silence ; for though the former marvelled greatly what could be the object of carrying a keg of liquor up this wild mountain, yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown, that inspired awe, and checked familiarity.
الصفحة 127 - Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, whether he was Federal or Democrat.
الصفحة 112 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
الصفحة 120 - ... countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
الصفحة 129 - 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 church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
الصفحة 128 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question ; when a knowing, self-important old gentleman 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...