The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 страници |
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... taken down for the purpose , my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humour has led me aside from the great objects studied by every regular traveller who would make a book . I fear I shall give equal disappointment with an ...
... taken down for the purpose , my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humour has led me aside from the great objects studied by every regular traveller who would make a book . I fear I shall give equal disappointment with an ...
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... fine , his messmates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade , but of late his illness had so in- creased , that he had taken to his hammock , and only breathed - a wish that he might see his wife before he THE VOYAGE .
... fine , his messmates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade , but of late his illness had so in- creased , that he had taken to his hammock , and only breathed - a wish that he might see his wife before he THE VOYAGE .
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... taken in Liver- pool , is the Athenæum . It is established on a liberal and judi- cious plan ; it contains a good library , and spacious reading- room , and is the great literary resort of the place . Go there at what hour you may , you ...
... taken in Liver- pool , is the Athenæum . It is established on a liberal and judi- cious plan ; it contains a good library , and spacious reading- room , and is the great literary resort of the place . Go there at what hour you may , you ...
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... taken a small cottage in the country , a few miles from town . He had been busied all day in sending out furniture . The new establish- ment required few articles , and those of the simplest kind . All the splendid furniture of his late ...
... taken a small cottage in the country , a few miles from town . He had been busied all day in sending out furniture . The new establish- ment required few articles , and those of the simplest kind . All the splendid furniture of his late ...
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... taken place . The opinions of this junto were completely controlled by Nicholas Vedder , a patriarch of the village , and landlord of the inn , at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night , just moving sufficiently to ...
... taken place . The opinions of this junto were completely controlled by Nicholas Vedder , a patriarch of the village , and landlord of the inn , at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night , just moving sufficiently to ...
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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...