The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, Volumen1J. Murray, 1822 - 393 páginas |
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... poor sailor , who had been ill all the voyage , and had excited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine , his mess- mates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade , but of late his illness had so in ...
... poor sailor , who had been ill all the voyage , and had excited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine , his mess- mates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade , but of late his illness had so in ...
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... Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy . - But , poor girl , " added he , must undergo . She has no idea 44 THE WIFE .
... Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy . - But , poor girl , " added he , must undergo . She has no idea 44 THE WIFE .
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... an end . Have the cou- rage to appear poor , and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting . " On this point I found Les- lie perfectly prepared . He had no false pride : himself , and as to his wife , she was THE WIFE . 45.
... an end . Have the cou- rage to appear poor , and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting . " On this point I found Les- lie perfectly prepared . He had no false pride : himself , and as to his wife , she was THE WIFE . 45.
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... Poor Mary ! " at length , broke , with a heavy sigh , from his lips . 66 And what of her ? " asked I : thing happened to her ? " " has any " What , " said he , darting an impatient glance , " is it nothing to be reduced to this paltry ...
... Poor Mary ! " at length , broke , with a heavy sigh , from his lips . 66 And what of her ? " asked I : thing happened to her ? " " has any " What , " said he , darting an impatient glance , " is it nothing to be reduced to this paltry ...
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... Poor Leslie was overcome . - He caught her to his bosom - he folded his arms round her- he kissed her again and again — he could not speak , but the tears gushed into his eyes ; and he has often assured me that though the world has ...
... Poor Leslie was overcome . - He caught her to his bosom - he folded his arms round her- he kissed her again and again — he could not speak , but the tears gushed into his eyes ; and he has often assured me that though the world has ...
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Página 66 - Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " At the same time Wolf bristled up his back, and giving a low growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him ; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place ; but supposing it to be...
Página 277 - 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!
Página 79 - Here a general shout burst from the bystanders — "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...
Página 54 - 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.
Página 54 - 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 55 - In that same village, and in one of these very houses (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time-worn and weather-beaten), there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina.
Página 51 - CARTWRIGHT. [The following Tale was found among the papers of the late Diedrich Knickerbocker, an old gentleman of New York, who was very curious in the Dutch history of the province, and the manners of the descendants from its primitive settlers. His historical researches, however, did not lie so much among books as among men; for the former are lamentably scanty on his favorite topics; whereas he found the old burghers, and still more their wives, rich in that legendary lore, so invaluable to true...
Página 237 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, on Wednesday, in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady, thy wife.
Página 280 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Página 81 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. ' ' What is your name, my good woman 1 '