The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Volume 1Carey, 1835 |
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... 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 the great mass of existence ! What a glorious monument THE VOYAGE .
... 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 the great mass of existence ! What a glorious monument THE VOYAGE .
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Washington Irving. the great mass of existence ! What a glorious monument of human invention ; that has thus triumphed over wind and wave ; has brought the ends of the world into commu nion ; has established an interchange of blessings ...
Washington Irving. the great mass of existence ! What a glorious monument of human invention ; that has thus triumphed over wind and wave ; has brought the ends of the world into commu nion ; has established an interchange of blessings ...
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... monuments of his virtues . Wherever you go in Liverpool , you perceive traces of his footsteps in all that is elegant and liberal He found the tide of wealth flowing merely in the channels of traffic ; he has diverted from it ...
... monuments of his virtues . Wherever you go in Liverpool , you perceive traces of his footsteps in all that is elegant and liberal He found the tide of wealth flowing merely in the channels of traffic ; he has diverted from it ...
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... monuments and antiquities of our race- the birth- place and mausoleum of the sages and heroes of our pa- ternal history . After our own country , there was none in whose good opinion we were more auxious to possess― none toward which ...
... monuments and antiquities of our race- the birth- place and mausoleum of the sages and heroes of our pa- ternal history . After our own country , there was none in whose good opinion we were more auxious to possess― none toward which ...
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... monuments of warriors and worthies of the olden time , ancestors of the present lords of the soil ; its tombstones , recording successive genera- tions , of sturdy yeomanry , whose progeny still plough the same fields , and kneel at the ...
... monuments of warriors and worthies of the olden time , ancestors of the present lords of the soil ; its tombstones , recording successive genera- tions , of sturdy yeomanry , whose progeny still plough the same fields , and kneel at the ...
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Page 43 - 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?
Page 41 - Nicholas Vedder?" 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.
Page 34 - ... impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, "Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!
Page 173 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This 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.
Page 131 - 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!
Page 44 - Half-moon, being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name ; that his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in a hollow of the mountain ; and that he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like distant peals of thunder.
Page 136 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Page 36 - 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. 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.
Page 33 - When anything that was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his pipe vehemently, and to send forth short, frequent, and angry puffs ; but when pleased, he would...
Page 40 - 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.