The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. Artist's ed |
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... told you that Walter is sweeping the firmament with a feather like a maypole and indenting the pavement with a sword like a scythe -- in other words , he has become a whiskered hussar in the 18th dra- goons . " some notice of your works ...
... told you that Walter is sweeping the firmament with a feather like a maypole and indenting the pavement with a sword like a scythe -- in other words , he has become a whiskered hussar in the 18th dra- goons . " some notice of your works ...
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... told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wan- der over the scenes of renowned achievement - to tread , as it were , in the footsteps of antiquity - to loiter about the ruined castle ...
... told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wan- der over the scenes of renowned achievement - to tread , as it were , in the footsteps of antiquity - to loiter about the ruined castle ...
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... told of his having been unfortunate in business . I could not pity him , as I heard some rich men do . I considered him far above the reach of my pity . Those who live only for the world , and in the world , may be cast down by the ...
... told of his having been unfortunate in business . I could not pity him , as I heard some rich men do . I considered him far above the reach of my pity . Those who live only for the world , and in the world , may be cast down by the ...
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... told them long stories of ghosts , witches , and Indians . Whenever he went dodging about the village , he was surrounded by a troop of them , hanging on his skirts , clambering on his back , and playing a thousand tricks on him with ...
... told them long stories of ghosts , witches , and Indians . Whenever he went dodging about the village , he was surrounded by a troop of them , hanging on his skirts , clambering on his back , and playing a thousand tricks on him with ...
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... told it , which was , doubtless , owing to his having so recently awaked . It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related , and not a man , woman , or child in the neighborhood , but knew it by heart . Some always ...
... told it , which was , doubtless , owing to his having so recently awaked . It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related , and not a man , woman , or child in the neighborhood , but knew it by heart . Some always ...
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abbey ancient antiquated baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge bustle Canonchet castle character charm Christmas church churchyard cottage countenance customs Dame deep delight distant door earth Eastcheap Edward the Confessor England English Falstaff fancy favorite feelings fire flowers Gothic architecture grave green hall hand heard heart hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind lady Little Britain living look mansion Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled monuments morning mountain Narragansets nature neighborhood neighboring never night noble observed Odenwald old English old gentleman once passed Philip poet poor pride quiet Rip Van Winkle round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare Sleepy Hollow solemn sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit squire story sweet tender thing thought tion tomb trees turn village wandering Wassail Westminster Abbey whole wild William Walworth window worthy young
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Страница 74 - 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.
Страница 62 - 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.
Страница 83 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
Страница 77 - ... an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business. Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time, and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favor.
Страница 72 - Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red nightcap, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes — all this was strange and incomprehensible. He...
Страница 79 - ... insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunderstorm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught...
Страница 58 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
Страница 72 - He found the house gone to decay, the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog 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.
Страница 113 - 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.
Страница 26 - At sea, everything 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 fastened themselves to this spar to prevent their being washed off by the waves. There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained.