Works, المجلد 2Putnam, 1851 |
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... sometimes by the delineations of beauty , some- times by the distortions of caricature , and sometimes by the loveliness of landscape . As it is the fashion for modern tourists to travel pencil in hand , and bring home their portfolios ...
... sometimes by the delineations of beauty , some- times by the distortions of caricature , and sometimes by the loveliness of landscape . As it is the fashion for modern tourists to travel pencil in hand , and bring home their portfolios ...
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... Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin the great mass of existence ! What a glorious monument of human ...
... Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin the great mass of existence ! What a glorious monument of human ...
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... sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a ...
... sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a ...
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... Sometimes an impending surge appeared ready to overwhelm her , and nothing but a dex- terous movement of the helm preserved her from the shock . When I retired to my cabin , the awful scene still followed me . The whistling of the wind ...
... Sometimes an impending surge appeared ready to overwhelm her , and nothing but a dex- terous movement of the helm preserved her from the shock . When I retired to my cabin , the awful scene still followed me . The whistling of the wind ...
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... sometimes to neglect , and to roam abroad in search of less worthy associates . He is independent of the world around him . He lives with antiquity and posterity ; with antiquity , in the sweet communion of studious retirement ; and ...
... sometimes to neglect , and to roam abroad in search of less worthy associates . He is independent of the world around him . He lives with antiquity and posterity ; with antiquity , in the sweet communion of studious retirement ; and ...
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الصفحة 184 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
الصفحة 52 - ... 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. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned...
الصفحة 52 - What 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.
الصفحة 56 - 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 47 - ... a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
الصفحة 43 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. 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 238 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
الصفحة 52 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
الصفحة 181 - ... grove which he once frequented ; we think of him in the wild upland solitude, or amidst the pensive beauty of the valley. In the freshness of joyous morning, we remember his beaming smiles and bounding...
الصفحة 184 - But the grave of those we loved, — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.