The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1849 - Всего страниц: 465 |
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... master spirit , and how completely it can give its own impress to surrounding objects . Like his own Lorenzo De ' Medici , on whom he seems to have fixed his eye as on a pure model of antiquity , he has interwoven the history of his ...
... master spirit , and how completely it can give its own impress to surrounding objects . Like his own Lorenzo De ' Medici , on whom he seems to have fixed his eye as on a pure model of antiquity , he has interwoven the history of his ...
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... master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye , as the cause of his master's going so often astray . True it is , in all points of spirit befitting an honorable dog ...
... master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye , as the cause of his master's going so often astray . True it is , in all points of spirit befitting an honorable dog ...
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... master's face , and if dogs can feel pity , I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the ...
... master's face , and if dogs can feel pity , I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart . In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day , Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the ...
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... 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 per- ceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks , and bending under ...
... 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 per- ceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks , and bending under ...
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... Master Edward Honeyball , the " bully - rock " of the establish- ment . It is one of those little taverns which abound in the heart of the city , and form the centre of gossip and intelligence of the neighborhood . We entered the bar ...
... Master Edward Honeyball , the " bully - rock " of the establish- ment . It is one of those little taverns which abound in the heart of the city , and form the centre of gossip and intelligence of the neighborhood . We entered the bar ...
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Стр. 419 - IN the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail, and implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small...
Стр. 49 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live, thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!" 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.
Стр. 47 - 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.
Стр. 43 - 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.
Стр. 59 - 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 ? " asked he.
Стр. 54 - ... at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done ? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains.
Стр. 93 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Стр. 45 - The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he I was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood. The great error in Rip's...
Стр. 93 - 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.
Стр. 58 - 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 church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.