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... called Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , you will find some notice of your works in the last number : the author is a friend of mine , to whom I have introduced you in your literary capacity . His name is Lockhart , a young man of very ...
... called Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , you will find some notice of your works in the last number : the author is a friend of mine , to whom I have introduced you in your literary capacity . His name is Lockhart , a young man of very ...
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... called to it by the extracts which had previously appeared in the Literary Gazette , and by the kind word spoken by the editor of that periodical , and it was getting into fair circulation , when my worthy bookseller failed before the ...
... called to it by the extracts which had previously appeared in the Literary Gazette , and by the kind word spoken by the editor of that periodical , and it was getting into fair circulation , when my worthy bookseller failed before the ...
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... called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the ...
... called unto deep . At times the black volume of clouds over head seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foam- ing billows , and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible . The thunders bellowed over the ...
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... called upon me in the evening . He had disposed of his dwelling house , and taken a small cottage in the country , a few miles from town . He had been busied all day in sending out furniture . The new establishment required few articles ...
... called upon me in the evening . He had disposed of his dwelling house , and taken a small cottage in the country , a few miles from town . He had been busied all day in sending out furniture . The new establishment required few articles ...
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... called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice ; and who , secure in their elevation , seemed to look down and ...
... called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice ; and who , secure in their elevation , seemed to look down and ...
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Page 184 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Page 52 - ... gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned...
Page 52 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Page 56 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Page 47 - ... a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
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. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Page 238 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Page 52 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Page 181 - ... grove which he once frequented ; we think of him in the wild upland solitude, or amidst the pensive beauty of the valley. In the freshness of joyous morning, we remember his beaming smiles and bounding...
Page 184 - But the grave of those we loved, — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.