The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 pages |
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... once into the bustle and novelties of another world . In travelling by land there is a continuity of scene , and a connected succession of persons and incidents , that carry on the story of life , and lessen the effect of absence and ...
... once into the bustle and novelties of another world . In travelling by land there is a continuity of scene , and a connected succession of persons and incidents , that carry on the story of life , and lessen the effect of absence and ...
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... once sailing , " said he , " in a fine stout ship , across the banks of Newfoundland , one of those heavy fogs that prevail in those parts rendered it impossible for us to see far ahead even in the day - time ; but at night the weather ...
... once sailing , " said he , " in a fine stout ship , across the banks of Newfoundland , one of those heavy fogs that prevail in those parts rendered it impossible for us to see far ahead even in the day - time ; but at night the weather ...
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... once to the pier . It was thronged with people ; some , idle lookers - on , others eager expectants of friends or relatives . I could distinguish the merchant to whom the ship was consigned . I knew him by his calculating brow and ...
... once to the pier . It was thronged with people ; some , idle lookers - on , others eager expectants of friends or relatives . I could distinguish the merchant to whom the ship was consigned . I knew him by his calculating brow and ...
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... once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . -- All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaint- ances the greetings of friends - the consultations ...
... once , a whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . -- All now was hurry and bustle . The meetings of acquaint- ances the greetings of friends - the consultations ...
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... once visiting this haunt of the learned , my atten- tion was attracted to a person just entering the room . He was advanced in life , tall , and of a form that might once have been commanding , but it was a little bowed by time ...
... once visiting this haunt of the learned , my atten- tion was attracted to a person just entering the room . He was advanced in life , tall , and of a form that might once have been commanding , but it was a little bowed by time ...
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Page 39 - ... in a sharp cocked hat made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
Page 176 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Page 39 - Nicholas Vedder?" 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 39 - 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 253 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 38 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.
Page 335 - In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages...
Page 133 - Say I died true. My love was false, but I was firm, From my hour of birth, Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth.
Page 68 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps', And lovers around her are sighing'; But coldly she turns from their gaze', and weeps', For her heart in his grave is lying'.
Page 32 - On the other side, he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was gradually advancing ; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys ; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors...