The Works of Washington Irving: Crayon miscellanyJenson Society, 1907 |
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Common terms and phrases
Abbotsford ancient animal Annesley Hall Arkansas banks Beatte beautiful beheld border brought buffalo camp Captain chase Chaworth Colonel Wildman companions course cross Cross Timber deer distance Dryburgh Abbey encampment fancy favorite feel fire forest Fork Fort Gibson friars frontier gallop gave gazed grazing grove half-breeds head heard heart herbage hill hunters hunting Indian Joe Murray Johnny Bower kind length little Frenchman Little White Lady looked Lord Byron mansion Melrose Abbey miles mind morning mounted neighborhood neighboring Newstead Abbey night old Ryan once Osage Osage Agency pack-horses party passed Pawnees poor prairies ramble rangers ravine rifle river Robin Hood round ruin saddle scene Scott seemed seen shot sight skirts soon spirit steed stood story stream thickets Thomas the Rhymer tion Tonish took track trees troop turned valley walk wandered wild horse wood young Count
Popular passages
Page 406 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Page 407 - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...
Page 388 - Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.
Page 307 - Rude though they be, still with the chime Return the thoughts of early time ; And feelings, roused in life's first day. Glow in the line, and prompt the lay, Then rise those crags, that mountain tower. Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour.
Page 307 - It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled, But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all its round surveyed...
Page 393 - He had no breath, no being, but in hers ; She was his voice ; he did not speak to her...
Page 308 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...
Page 409 - Around : the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed ; The woods sloped downwards to its brink, and stood With their green faces fix'd upon the flood.
Page 407 - Our union would have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by our fathers, it would have joined lands broad and rich, it would have joined at least one heart, and two persons not ill matched in years (she is two years my elder), and — and — and — what has been the result?
Page 387 - I saw ,two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...