The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 страници |
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... paint St. Peter's , or the Coliseum ; the cascade of Terni , or the bay of Naples ; and had not a single glacier or volcano in his whole collection . THE VOYAGE . Ships , ships , I will descrie 1 * ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF . 3.
... paint St. Peter's , or the Coliseum ; the cascade of Terni , or the bay of Naples ; and had not a single glacier or volcano in his whole collection . THE VOYAGE . Ships , ships , I will descrie 1 * ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF . 3.
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... whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . -- All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaint- ances the greetings of friends - the consultations of men of ...
... whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . -- All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaint- ances the greetings of friends - the consultations of men of ...
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... whole appearance that in- dicated a being of a different order from the bustling race around him . I inquired his name , and was informed that it was Roscoe . I drew back with an involuntary feeling of veneration . This , then , was an ...
... whole appearance that in- dicated a being of a different order from the bustling race around him . I inquired his name , and was informed that it was Roscoe . I drew back with an involuntary feeling of veneration . This , then , was an ...
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... whole force of his talents and influence to advance and embellish his native town . Indeed , it is this last trait in his character which has given him the greatest interest in my eyes , and induced me parti- cularly to point him out to ...
... whole force of his talents and influence to advance and embellish his native town . Indeed , it is this last trait in his character which has given him the greatest interest in my eyes , and induced me parti- cularly to point him out to ...
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... whole is no effusion of fancy , but a faithful transcript from the writer's heart : TO MY BOOKS . As one , who destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile ...
... whole is no effusion of fancy , but a faithful transcript from the writer's heart : TO MY BOOKS . As one , who destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile ...
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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...