Works, المجلد 2Putnam, 1851 |
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الصفحة 88
... tomb , and none can tell the cause that blighted their loveliness ! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side , and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals , so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the ...
... tomb , and none can tell the cause that blighted their loveliness ! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side , and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals , so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the ...
الصفحة 90
... Let those tell who have had the portals of the tomb suddenly closed between them and the being they most loved on earth - who have sat at its threshold , as one shut out in a cold and lonely world , whence all that 90 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... Let those tell who have had the portals of the tomb suddenly closed between them and the being they most loved on earth - who have sat at its threshold , as one shut out in a cold and lonely world , whence all that 90 THE SKETCH BOOK .
الصفحة 123
... tombs of knights , and high - born dames , of gorgeous workmanship , with their effigies in colored marble . On every side the eye was struck with some instance of aspiring mortality ; some haughty memorial which human pride had erected ...
... tombs of knights , and high - born dames , of gorgeous workmanship , with their effigies in colored marble . On every side the eye was struck with some instance of aspiring mortality ; some haughty memorial which human pride had erected ...
الصفحة 150
... tombs of many fishmongers of renown ; and as every profession has its galaxy of glory , and its constellation of great men ... tomb of Virgil , or soldiers the monument of a Marlborough or Turenne . I cannot but turn aside , while thus ...
... tombs of many fishmongers of renown ; and as every profession has its galaxy of glory , and its constellation of great men ... tomb of Virgil , or soldiers the monument of a Marlborough or Turenne . I cannot but turn aside , while thus ...
الصفحة 159
... tombs echo with their merriment . I sought to take refuge from their noise by penetrating still deeper into the soli- tudes of the pile , and applied to one of the vergers for admission to the library . He conducted me through a portal ...
... tombs echo with their merriment . I sought to take refuge from their noise by penetrating still deeper into the soli- tudes of the pile , and applied to one of the vergers for admission to the library . He conducted me through a portal ...
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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.