The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.], Volume 1Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1836 |
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... told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement - to tread , as it were , in the footsteps of antiquity - to loiter about the ruined castle - to ...
... told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement - to tread , as it were , in the footsteps of antiquity - to loiter about the ruined castle - to ...
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... told of his having been unfortunate in busi- ness . I could not pity him , as I heard some rich men do . I considered him far above the reach of my pity . Those who live only for the world , and in the world , may be cast down by the ...
... told of his having been unfortunate in busi- ness . I could not pity him , as I heard some rich men do . I considered him far above the reach of my pity . Those who live only for the world , and in the world , may be cast down by the ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Van Winkle - it is himself . Welcome home again , old neighbour - Why , where have you been these twenty long years ? " Rip's story was soon told , for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night . 64 RIP VAN WINKLE .
... Van Winkle - it is himself . Welcome home again , old neighbour - Why , where have you been these twenty long years ? " Rip's story was soon told , for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night . 64 RIP VAN WINKLE .
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... told it , which was doubtless owing to his having so recently awaked . It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related , and not a man , woman , or child in the neighbourhood , but knew it by heart . Some always pretended ...
... told it , which was doubtless owing to his having so recently awaked . It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related , and not a man , woman , or child in the neighbourhood , but knew it by heart . Some always pretended ...
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Page 56 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll 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.
Page 53 - He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion: a cloth jerkin...
Page 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.
Page 69 - 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...
Page 51 - ... of his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods. Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathized as a fellow-sufferer in persecution. "Poor Wolf...
Page 59 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with 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 half -starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it.
Page 62 - 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.
Page 63 - Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded.
Page 59 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors— strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Page 225 - They linger about these as about the tombs of friends and companions ; for indeed there is something of companionship between the author and the reader. Other men are known to posterity only through the medium of history, which is continually growing faint and obscure : but the intercourse between the author and his fellowmen is ever new, active, and immediate.