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... scenes , on arriving in Europe , are full of strange matter and interesting novelty . England is as clas- sic ground to an American , as Italy is to an English- man ; and old London teems with as much historical association as mighty ...
... scenes , on arriving in Europe , are full of strange matter and interesting novelty . England is as clas- sic ground to an American , as Italy is to an English- man ; and old London teems with as much historical association as mighty ...
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... scenes where history was , in a manner , anticipation ; where everything in art was new and progressive , and pointed to the future rather than to the past ; where , in short , the works of man gave no ideas but those of young existence ...
... scenes where history was , in a manner , anticipation ; where everything in art was new and progressive , and pointed to the future rather than to the past ; where , in short , the works of man gave no ideas but those of young existence ...
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... scenes . I hope they may , in some measure , plead my apology , should I be found harp- ing upon stale and trivial themes , or indulging an over - fondness for anything antique and obsolete . know it is the humor , not to say cant of ...
... scenes . I hope they may , in some measure , plead my apology , should I be found harp- ing upon stale and trivial themes , or indulging an over - fondness for anything antique and obsolete . know it is the humor , not to say cant of ...
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... scenes and characters before me . I would have it understood , however , that I am not writing a novel , and have nothing of intricate plot nor marvellous adventure to promise the reader . The Hall of which I treat has , for aught I ...
... scenes and characters before me . I would have it understood , however , that I am not writing a novel , and have nothing of intricate plot nor marvellous adventure to promise the reader . The Hall of which I treat has , for aught I ...
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... scenes , he may hurry ahead , in hopes of meeting with some marvellous adventure further on . I invite him , on the contrary , to ramble gen- tly on with me , as he would saunter out into the fields , stopping occasionally to gather a ...
... scenes , he may hurry ahead , in hopes of meeting with some marvellous adventure further on . I invite him , on the contrary , to ramble gen- tly on with me , as he would saunter out into the fields , stopping occasionally to gather a ...
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Page 31 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 136 - And thou was the meekest man and the gentlest that ever ate in hall among ladies. And thou were the sternest knight to thy mortal foe that ever put spear in the rest.
Page 46 - Why, soldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys, Why, soldiers, why ? Whose business 'tis to die...
Page 94 - ... hearing a traveller of poetical temperament expressing the kind of horror which he felt on beholding, on the banks of the Missouri, an oak of prodigious size, which had been, in a manner, overpowered by an enormous wild grapevine. The vine had clasped its huge folds round the trunk, and thence had wound about every branch and twig, until the mighty tree had withered in its embrace.
Page 78 - I sauntered to the window, and stood gazing at the people, picking their way to church, with petticoats hoisted mid-leg high, and dripping umbrellas. The bell ceased to toll, and the streets became silent. I then amused myself with watching the daughters of a tradesman opposite, who being confined to the house for fear of wetting their Sunday finery, played off their charms at the front windows, to fascinate the chance tenants of the Inn.
Page 77 - ... cock, drenched out of all life and spirit; his drooping tail matted, as it were, into a single feather, along which the water trickled from his back; near the cart was a half-dozing cow, chewing the cud, and standing patiently to be rained on, with wreaths of vapor rising from her reeking hide; a wall-eyed horse, tired of the loneliness of the stable, was poking his spectral head out of a window, with the rain dripping on it from the eaves; an unhappy cur, chained to a doghouse hard by, uttered...
Page 466 - ... the Hudson. A gun was brought to bear on her, and, with some difficulty, loaded and fired by Hans Van Pelt, the garrison not being expert in artillery. The shot seemed absolutely to pass through the ship, and to skip along the water on the other side, but no notice was taken of it! What was strange, she had all her sails set, and sailed right against wind and tide, which were both down the river. Upon this Hans Van Pelt, who was likewise...
Page 76 - I know of nothing more calculated to make a man sick of this world than a stable-yard on a rainy day. The place was littered with wet straw that had been kicked about by travellers and stable-boys.
Page 403 - The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow : Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Page 76 - I was still feverish, and was obliged to keep within doors all day, in an inn of the small town of Derby. A wet Sunday in a country inn ! whoever has had the luck to experience one, can alone judge of my situation. The rain pattered against the casements ; the bells tolled for church with a melancholy sound. I went to the...