The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 страници |
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... Rural Life in England 26 45 55 The Broken Heart . 63 The Art of Book - making 69 A Royal Poet 77 The Country Church 92 The Widow and her Son 98 The Boar's Head Tavern 105 The Mutability of Literature 117 Rural Funerals 129 The Inn ...
... Rural Life in England 26 45 55 The Broken Heart . 63 The Art of Book - making 69 A Royal Poet 77 The Country Church 92 The Widow and her Son 98 The Boar's Head Tavern 105 The Mutability of Literature 117 Rural Funerals 129 The Inn ...
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... rural look . A wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage : a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers taste- fully disposed about the door , and on the grass - plot in ...
... rural look . A wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage : a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers taste- fully disposed about the door , and on the grass - plot in ...
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... rural dress of white : a few wild - flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her cheek ; her whole countenance beamed with smiles I had never seen her look so lovely . - " My dear George , " cried she , " I am so ...
... rural dress of white : a few wild - flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her cheek ; her whole countenance beamed with smiles I had never seen her look so lovely . - " My dear George , " cried she , " I am so ...
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... have crept into the page , we may draw thence golden maxims of practical wisdom , wherewith to strengthen and to embellish our national character . RURAL LIFE IN ENGLAND . Oh ! friendly to the 54 ENGLISH WRITERS ON AMERICA .
... have crept into the page , we may draw thence golden maxims of practical wisdom , wherewith to strengthen and to embellish our national character . RURAL LIFE IN ENGLAND . Oh ! friendly to the 54 ENGLISH WRITERS ON AMERICA .
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... rural pleasure passed . COWPER . THE stranger who would form a correct opinion of the English character , must not confine his observations to the metropolis . He must go forth into the ... RURAL LIFE IN ENGLAND . 55 Rural Life in England.
... rural pleasure passed . COWPER . THE stranger who would form a correct opinion of the English character , must not confine his observations to the metropolis . He must go forth into the ... RURAL LIFE IN ENGLAND . 55 Rural Life in England.
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Страница 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...
Страница 176 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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'.
Страница 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...