The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, Volume 1Lea & Blanchard, 1839 |
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... silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence ; her skies , kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine : -no , never need an American look beyond his own country for ...
... silence to the ocean ; her trackless forests , where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence ; her skies , kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine : -no , never need an American look beyond his own country for ...
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... Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and no one can tell the story of their end . What sighs have been wafted after that ship ; what prayers offered up at the de- serted fireside of home ! How often has the ...
... Silence , oblivion , like the waves , have closed over them , and no one can tell the story of their end . What sighs have been wafted after that ship ; what prayers offered up at the de- serted fireside of home ! How often has the ...
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... silent - we never saw or heard any thing of them more . " I confess these stories , for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confu- sion . There was a ...
... silent - we never saw or heard any thing of them more . " I confess these stories , for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confu- sion . There was a ...
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... silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaintances the greetings of friends - the consult- ations of men of business . I alone was solitary and idle . I had no friend to meet , no cheering to receive . I stepped ...
... silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaintances the greetings of friends - the consult- ations of men of business . I alone was solitary and idle . I had no friend to meet , no cheering to receive . I stepped ...
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... silent and deserted . I saw the windows of the study , which looked out upon the soft scenery have mentioned . The windows were closed - the Two or three ill - favoured beings library was gone . I were loitering about the place , whom ...
... silent and deserted . I saw the windows of the study , which looked out upon the soft scenery have mentioned . The windows were closed - the Two or three ill - favoured beings library was gone . I were loitering about the place , whom ...
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Page 51 - 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 58 - A tory! A tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
Page 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.
Page 43 - 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 58 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand : war—Congress—Stony Point; he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, " Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle ?"
Page 49 - ... 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 187 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent — if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Page 136 - The poor mother had been assisted to kneel down at the head of it. Her withered hands were clasped, as if in prayer, but I could perceive by a feeble rocking of the body, and a convulsive motion of...
Page 57 - They crowded round him, eyeing him from head to foot with great curiosity. The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired on which side he voted.
Page 65 - 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...