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Page 38
... tion , every hour in the day . It is not poverty so much as pretence , that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keep- ing up a hollow show that must soon come to an end . Have the courage ...
... tion , every hour in the day . It is not poverty so much as pretence , that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keep- ing up a hollow show that must soon come to an end . Have the courage ...
Page 62
... tion to attend to any thing else but his business . Rip now resumed his old walks and habits ; he soon found many of his former cronies , though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time ; and preferred making friends among the ...
... tion to attend to any thing else but his business . Rip now resumed his old walks and habits ; he soon found many of his former cronies , though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time ; and preferred making friends among the ...
Page 63
... tion to his fate , or joy at his deliverance . He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's hotel . He was observed , at first , to vary on some points every time he told it , which was , doubtless , owing ...
... tion to his fate , or joy at his deliverance . He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's hotel . He was observed , at first , to vary on some points every time he told it , which was , doubtless , owing ...
Page 78
... , in this huge metropolis . He has , therefore , too commonly a look of hurry and abstrac- tion . Wherever he happens to be , he is on the point of going somewhere else ; at the moment he is 78 RURAL LIFE IN ENGLAND .
... , in this huge metropolis . He has , therefore , too commonly a look of hurry and abstrac- tion . Wherever he happens to be , he is on the point of going somewhere else ; at the moment he is 78 RURAL LIFE IN ENGLAND .
Page 89
... tion - all these entered deeply into every generous bosom , and even his enemies lamented the stern policy that dictated his execution . But there was one heart , whose anguish it would be impossible to describe . In happier days and ...
... tion - all these entered deeply into every generous bosom , and even his enemies lamented the stern policy that dictated his execution . But there was one heart , whose anguish it would be impossible to describe . In happier days and ...
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Page 63 - 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 377 - 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.
Page 42 - In that same village, and in one of these very houses (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten), there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina.
Page 435 - Gunpowder sprang upon the bridge; he thundered over the resounding planks; he gained the opposite side; and now Ichabod cast a look behind to see if his pursuer should vanish, according to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone. Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups and in the very act of hurling his head at him. Ichabod endeavored to dodge the horrible missile, but too late.
Page 90 - She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Page 322 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat ; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, " Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 146 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, on Wednesday, in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady, thy wife.
Page 420 - ... and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple and scarlet. Streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air ; the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring...
Page 45 - Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.
Page 53 - ... dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and with a heart full of trouble and anxiety turned his steps homeward.