The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...Carey & Lea, 1831 |
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Página 105
... ancient authors , but the number was increased . The long tables had disappeared , and in place of the sage magi , I beheld a ragged , threadbare throng , such as may be seen plying about the great repository of cast - off clothes ...
... ancient authors , but the number was increased . The long tables had disappeared , and in place of the sage magi , I beheld a ragged , threadbare throng , such as may be seen plying about the great repository of cast - off clothes ...
Página 111
... ancient keep of the castle , where James the First of Scotland , the pride and theme of Scottish poets and historians , was for many years of his youth detained a prisoner of state . It is a large gray tower , that has stood the brunt ...
... ancient keep of the castle , where James the First of Scotland , the pride and theme of Scottish poets and historians , was for many years of his youth detained a prisoner of state . It is a large gray tower , that has stood the brunt ...
Página 121
... ancient times . James closes his description by a burst of general eulogium : In her was youth , beauty with humble port , Bountee , richesse , and womanly feature , God better knows than my pen can report , Wisdom , largessent estate ...
... ancient times . James closes his description by a burst of general eulogium : In her was youth , beauty with humble port , Bountee , richesse , and womanly feature , God better knows than my pen can report , Wisdom , largessent estate ...
Página 129
... ancient families , and contained , within its cold and silent aisles , the congregated dust of many noble generations . The interior walls were encrusted with monuments of every age and style . The light streamed through windows dimmed ...
... ancient families , and contained , within its cold and silent aisles , the congregated dust of many noble generations . The interior walls were encrusted with monuments of every age and style . The light streamed through windows dimmed ...
Página 149
... ancient chronicle . What have the heroes of yore done for me , or men like me ? They have conquered countries of which I do not enjoy an acre ; or they have gained laurels of which I do not inherit a leaf ; or they have furnished ...
... ancient chronicle . What have the heroes of yore done for me , or men like me ? They have conquered countries of which I do not enjoy an acre ; or they have gained laurels of which I do not inherit a leaf ; or they have furnished ...
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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.