The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentCarey & Lea, 1834 |
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... light of knowledge and the charities of cul- tivated life ; and has thus bound together those scattered portions of the human race , between which nature seemed to have thrown an insur- mountable barrier . We one day descried some ...
... light of knowledge and the charities of cul- tivated life ; and has thus bound together those scattered portions of the human race , between which nature seemed to have thrown an insur- mountable barrier . We one day descried some ...
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... light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain . - " As I was once sailing , " said THE VOYAGE . 11.
... light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain . - " As I was once sailing , " said THE VOYAGE . 11.
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... lights at the mast head , and a constant watch forward to look out for fishing smacks , which are accustomed to lie at ... light . We struck her just a - midships . The force , the size , and weight of our vessel bore her down below the ...
... lights at the mast head , and a constant watch forward to look out for fishing smacks , which are accustomed to lie at ... light . We struck her just a - midships . The force , the size , and weight of our vessel bore her down below the ...
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... light on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and green grass - plots . I saw the mouldering ruin of an abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighbouring hill ; all were ...
... light on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and green grass - plots . I saw the mouldering ruin of an abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighbouring hill ; all were ...
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... light on farther traces of Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman , to view the environs of Liverpool , when he turned off , through a gate , into some ornamented grounds . After riding a short distance , we came to a spa- cious ...
... light on farther traces of Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman , to view the environs of Liverpool , when he turned off , through a gate , into some ornamented grounds . After riding a short distance , we came to a spa- cious ...
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Страница 115 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Страница 64 - 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 49 - ... until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighborhood. His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels...
Страница 65 - 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 45 - 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.
Страница 240 - ... if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet ; then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging back upon thy memory, and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
Страница 60 - He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and with a heart full of trouble and anxiety turned his steps homeward. As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round.
Страница 51 - 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 avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sundial.
Страница 71 - The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; 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 out of Rip Van Winkle's flagon.
Страница 60 - ... at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done? The morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and with a heart full of trouble and anxiety turned his steps homeward.