Works, Том 2Putnam, 1851 |
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... grave - looking person- ages , deeply absorbed in the study of newspapers . As I was once visiting this haunt of the learned , my attention was attracted to a person just entering the room . He was ad- vanced in life , tall , and of a ...
... grave - looking person- ages , deeply absorbed in the study of newspapers . As I was once visiting this haunt of the learned , my attention was attracted to a person just entering the room . He was ad- vanced in life , tall , and of a ...
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... grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him , and , having dosed him with liquor , had robbed him of his gun . Wolf , too , had disappeared , but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge . He whistled after ...
... grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him , and , having dosed him with liquor , had robbed him of his gun . Wolf , too , had disappeared , but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge . He whistled after ...
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... lovely woman into an early grave . Man is the creature of interest and ambition . His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of the world . Love is but the embellishment of his early life , or THE BROKEN HEART,
... lovely woman into an early grave . Man is the creature of interest and ambition . His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of the world . Love is but the embellishment of his early life , or THE BROKEN HEART,
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... grave , and wondering that one , who but lately glowed with all the radiance of health and beauty , should so speedily be brought down to " darkness and the worm . " You will be told of some wintry chill , some casual indisposition ...
... grave , and wondering that one , who but lately glowed with all the radiance of health and beauty , should so speedily be brought down to " darkness and the worm . " You will be told of some wintry chill , some casual indisposition ...
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... grave ! so frightful , so dis- honored ! there was nothing for memory to dwell on that could soothe the pang of separation - none of those tender though melancholy circumstances , which endear the parting scene- nothing to melt sorrow ...
... grave ! so frightful , so dis- honored ! there was nothing for memory to dwell on that could soothe the pang of separation - none of those tender though melancholy circumstances , which endear the parting scene- nothing to melt sorrow ...
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Страница 184 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Страница 52 - ... gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned...
Страница 52 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Страница 56 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Страница 47 - ... a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
Страница 43 - 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. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Страница 238 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Страница 52 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Страница 181 - ... grove which he once frequented ; we think of him in the wild upland solitude, or amidst the pensive beauty of the valley. In the freshness of joyous morning, we remember his beaming smiles and bounding...
Страница 184 - But the grave of those we loved, — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.