The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1849 - 465 pages |
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... turn aside from the dust and heat of the day , and drink of the living streams of knowledge . There is a " daily beauty in his life , " on which mankind may meditate and grow better . It exhibits no lofty and almost useless , because ...
... turn aside from the dust and heat of the day , and drink of the living streams of knowledge . There is a " daily beauty in his life , " on which mankind may meditate and grow better . It exhibits no lofty and almost useless , because ...
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... turns to dross around us , these only retain their steady value . When friends grow cold , and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and commonplace , these only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days ...
... turns to dross around us , these only retain their steady value . When friends grow cold , and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and commonplace , these only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days ...
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... turn to him , as if there alone she sought favor and acceptance . When leaning on his arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall manly person . The fond confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a ...
... turn to him , as if there alone she sought favor and acceptance . When leaning on his arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall manly person . The fond confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a ...
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... turning from the main road up a narrow lane , so thickly shaded with forest trees as to give it a complete air of seclusion , we came in sight of the cottage . It was humble enough in its appearance for the most pastoral poet ; and yet ...
... turning from the main road up a narrow lane , so thickly shaded with forest trees as to give it a complete air of seclusion , we came in sight of the cottage . It was humble enough in its appearance for the most pastoral poet ; and yet ...
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... turning it to waters of bitterness , the time may come when she may repent her folly . The present friendship of America may be of but little moment to her ; but the future destinies of that country do not admit of a doubt ; over those ...
... turning it to waters of bitterness , the time may come when she may repent her folly . The present friendship of America may be of but little moment to her ; but the future destinies of that country do not admit of a doubt ; over those ...
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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?" "Oh, Rip Van Winkle!" exclaimed two or three. "Oh, to be sure! that's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against...
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 47 - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much henpecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master's going so often astray.
Page 423 - Not far from this village, perhaps about two miles, there is a little valley, or rather lap of land, among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to repose; and the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquillity.
Page 41 - The result of all these researches was a history of the province during the reign of the Dutch governors, which he published some years since. There have been various opinions as to the literary character of his work, and, to tell the truth, it is not a whit better than it should be.
Page 418 - and increase confidence in the power and wisdom and providence of Almighty God, I will walk the meadows by some gliding stream, and there contemplate the lilies that take no care, and those very many other little living creatures that are not only created, but fed (man knows not how), by the goodness of the God of nature, and therefore trust in him.
Page 46 - ... else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some outdoor work to do. So that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his management, acre by acre until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighbourhood.
Page 444 - As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn.
Page 59 - The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was a whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the selfimportant man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation.
Page 178 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; 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!