The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gentn. [pseud.]D. McKay, 1892 - 406 страници |
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... fire of a poetic soul . There was some- thing in his whole appearance that indicated 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 ...
... fire of a poetic soul . There was some- thing in his whole appearance that indicated 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 ...
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... fire , which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity ; but which kindles up , and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity . No man knows what the wife of his bosom is- no man knows what a ministering angel she is — until ...
... fire , which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity ; but which kindles up , and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity . No man knows what the wife of his bosom is- no man knows what a ministering angel she is — until ...
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... fires lurking in the depths of the coldest bosom , which , when once enkindled , become impetuous , and are sometimes desolating in their effects . Indeed , I am a true believer in the blind deity and go to the full extent of his ...
... fires lurking in the depths of the coldest bosom , which , when once enkindled , become impetuous , and are sometimes desolating in their effects . Indeed , I am a true believer in the blind deity and go to the full extent of his ...
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... fire in the high vault of heaven , and " Cynthia rinsing her golden locks in Aquarius . " He lay in bed wakeful and restless , and took a book to beguile the tedious hours . The book he chose was Boëtius ' Consolations of Philosophy , a ...
... fire in the high vault of heaven , and " Cynthia rinsing her golden locks in Aquarius . " He lay in bed wakeful and restless , and took a book to beguile the tedious hours . The book he chose was Boëtius ' Consolations of Philosophy , a ...
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... , like a spark of fire burning upon her white bosom . * Setten , incline . Her dress of white tissue was + Gilt , what injury have I done , etc. + Wrought gold . looped up to enable her to walk with more freedom 102 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... , like a spark of fire burning upon her white bosom . * Setten , incline . Her dress of white tissue was + Gilt , what injury have I done , etc. + Wrought gold . looped up to enable her to walk with more freedom 102 THE SKETCH BOOK .
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Страница 51 - He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. " These mountain beds do not agree with me...
Страница 348 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Страница 55 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war — congress — Stony Point — he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?" "Oh, Rip Van Winkle!" exclaimed two or three. "Oh, to be sure! that's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against...
Страница 53 - He entered the house, which, to tell the truth, Dnme Van Winkle had always kept in neat order. It was empty, forlorn, and apparently abandoned. This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears — he called loudly for his wife and children — the lonely chambers rang for a moment with his voice, and then all again was silence. He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn, but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden...
Страница 62 - 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 42 - At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingleroofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village, of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists, in the early times of the province...
Страница 49 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large beard, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat set off with a little red cock's tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colors. There was one who seemed to be the commander.
Страница 58 - He recollected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor, the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the first discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his crew of the Halfmoon ; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and...
Страница 49 - As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted.
Страница 47 - 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 «f encountering the terrors...