The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. Artist's ed |
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... of liquid silver ; her mountains , with their bright aerial tints ; her val- leys , teeming with wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving. 20 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... of liquid silver ; her mountains , with their bright aerial tints ; her val- leys , teeming with wild fertility ; her tremendous cataracts , thundering in their solitudes ; her boundless plains , waving. 20 THE SKETCH BOOK .
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... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
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... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the seernity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
... wild and threatening , and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the seernity of a summer voyage . As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly ...
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... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring cav- erns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance . or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring cav- erns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance . or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
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... wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage ; a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers tastefully dis- posed about the door , and on the grass - plot in front . A small ...
... wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage ; a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it ; and I observed several pots of flowers tastefully dis- posed about the door , and on the grass - plot in front . A small ...
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abbey ancient antiquated baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge bustle Canonchet castle character charm Christmas church churchyard cottage countenance customs Dame deep delight distant door earth Eastcheap Edward the Confessor England English Falstaff fancy favorite feelings fire flowers Gothic architecture grave green hall hand heard heart hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind lady Little Britain living look mansion Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled monuments morning mountain Narragansets nature neighborhood neighboring never night noble observed Odenwald old English old gentleman once passed Philip poet poor pride quiet Rip Van Winkle round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare Sleepy Hollow solemn sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit squire story sweet tender thing thought tion tomb trees turn village wandering Wassail Westminster Abbey whole wild William Walworth window worthy young
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Página 74 - 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.
Página 62 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Página 83 - 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...
Página 77 - ... an hereditary disposition to attend to anything else but his business. Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time, and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favor.
Página 72 - Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red nightcap, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes — all this was strange and incomprehensible. He...
Página 79 - ... insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunderstorm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught...
Página 58 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
Página 72 - He found the house gone to decay, the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.
Página 113 - 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.
Página 26 - At sea, everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention. It proved to be the mast of a ship that must have been completely wrecked, for there were the remains of handkerchiefs by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar to prevent their being washed off by the waves. There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained.