The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.].G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1880 - 532 страници |
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... manner , they began to find their way across the Atlantic , and to be in- serted , with many kind encomiums , in the London Literary Gazette . It was said , also , that a London bookseller intended to publish them in a collective form ...
... manner , they began to find their way across the Atlantic , and to be in- serted , with many kind encomiums , in the London Literary Gazette . It was said , also , that a London bookseller intended to publish them in a collective form ...
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... manners , and to live where he can , not where he would . " LYLY'S EUPHUES I WAS always fond of visiting new scen's , and observing strange characters and manners . Even when a mere child I began my travels , and made many tours of ...
... manners , and to live where he can , not where he would . " LYLY'S EUPHUES I WAS always fond of visiting new scen's , and observing strange characters and manners . Even when a mere child I began my travels , and made many tours of ...
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... manner triumphed over wind and wave ; has brought the ends of the world into com- munion ; has established an interchange of bless- ings , pouring into the sterile regions of the north all the luxuries of the south ; has diffused the ...
... manner triumphed over wind and wave ; has brought the ends of the world into com- munion ; has established an interchange of bless- ings , pouring into the sterile regions of the north all the luxuries of the south ; has diffused the ...
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... manner , than if imparted by yourself ; for the accents of those we love soften the harshest tidings . Besides , you are depriving yourself of the comforts of her sympathy ; and not merely that , but also endangering the only bond that ...
... manner , than if imparted by yourself ; for the accents of those we love soften the harshest tidings . Besides , you are depriving yourself of the comforts of her sympathy ; and not merely that , but also endangering the only bond that ...
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... man knows what a min- istering angel she is until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world . " There was something in the earnestness of my D manner , and the figurative style of my language , THE WIFE . 37.
... man knows what a min- istering angel she is until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world . " There was something in the earnestness of my D manner , and the figurative style of my language , THE WIFE . 37.
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Страница 385 - He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.
Страница 363 - 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 - ... silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A halfstarved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed — "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten me!
Страница 51 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large head, 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 50 - ... surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud.
Страница 44 - The children of the village too would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity ; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood.
Страница 55 - 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 52 - ... whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. " Surely," thought Rip, " I have not slept here all night.
Страница 45 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Страница 58 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. " What is your name, my good woman ?