The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...Carey & Lea, 1831 |
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... blessings , pouring into the steril regions of the north all the luxuries of the south ; has diffused the light of knowledge , and the charities of B ? B cultivated life ; and has thus bound together those scattered THE VOYAGE . 17.
... blessings , pouring into the steril regions of the north all the luxuries of the south ; has diffused the light of knowledge , and the charities of B ? B cultivated life ; and has thus bound together those scattered THE VOYAGE . 17.
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... light of a lamp , in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain . “ As I was once sailing , ” said he , " in a fine ...
... light of a lamp , in the cabin , that made the gloom more ghastly , every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster . I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain . “ As I was once sailing , ” said he , " in a fine ...
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... light on farther traces of Mr. Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman , to view the environs of Liverpool , when he turned off , through a gate , into some ornamented grounds . After riding a a short distance , we came to a spacious ...
... light on farther traces of Mr. Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman , to view the environs of Liverpool , when he turned off , through a gate , into some ornamented grounds . After riding a a short distance , we came to a spacious ...
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... light of every eye - the admiration of every heart ! -How can she bear poverty ? She has been brought up in all the refinements of opulence . How can she bear neglect ? She has been the idol of society . Oh , it will break her heart ...
... light of every eye - the admiration of every heart ! -How can she bear poverty ? She has been brought up in all the refinements of opulence . How can she bear neglect ? She has been the idol of society . Oh , it will break her heart ...
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... light footstep was heard — and Mary came tripping forth to meet us . She was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her cheek ; her whole countenance beamed with smiles ...
... light footstep was heard — and Mary came tripping forth to meet us . She was in a pretty rural dress of white ; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her cheek ; her whole countenance beamed with smiles ...
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The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon Gent. [i.e. Washington Irving] Washington Irving Vista completa - 1864 |
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Página 50 - ... and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue ? The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
Página 52 - Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
Página 13 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Página 190 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Página 60 - 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. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with...
Página 185 - 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 118 - 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.
Página 249 - ... Let it suffice to say, Ichabod stole forth with the air of one who had been sacking a hen-roost, rather than a fair lady's heart. Without looking to the right or left to notice the scene of rural wealth, on which he had so often gloated, he went straight to the stable, and with several hearty cuffs and kicks, roused his steed most uncourteously from the comfortable quarters in which he was soundly sleeping, dreaming of mountains of corn and oats, and whole valleys of timothy and clover.
Página 62 - 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.
Página 51 - Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sundial.