The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...A. and W. Galignani, 1824 |
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Pagina 46
... arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall manly person . The fond confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a flush of triumphant pride and cherishing tenderness , as if he doated on his lovely ...
... arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall manly person . The fond confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a flush of triumphant pride and cherishing tenderness , as if he doated on his lovely ...
Pagina 52
... arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy . - But , poor girl , » added he , « she cannot realize the change we must undergo . « She has no idea of poverty but in the abstract ; she has only read of ...
... arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy . - But , poor girl , » added he , « she cannot realize the change we must undergo . « She has no idea of poverty but in the abstract ; she has only read of ...
Pagina 56
... arm ; we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching simplicity , a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond . I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm . He stepped forward to hear more ...
... arm ; we paused and listened . It was Mary's voice singing , in a style of the most touching simplicity , a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond . I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm . He stepped forward to hear more ...
Pagina 57
... arm within his , and looking up brightly in his face , « Oh , we shall be so happy ! » 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 ...
... arm within his , and looking up brightly in his face , « Oh , we shall be so happy ! » 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 ...
Pagina 86
... arm , and rising on tiptoe , inquired in his ear , << Whether he was Federal or Democrat ? » Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the ques- tion ; when a knowing , self - important old gen- tleman , in a sharp cocked hat , made his ...
... arm , and rising on tiptoe , inquired in his ear , << Whether he was Federal or Democrat ? » Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the ques- tion ; when a knowing , self - important old gen- tleman , in a sharp cocked hat , made his ...
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Pagina 88 - 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 church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Pagina 289 - 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.
Pagina 12 - 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.
Pagina 83 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Pagina 80 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Pagina 274 - 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.
Pagina 84 - ... the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.
Pagina 87 - ... knowing, self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded, in an austere tone, "what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village?
Pagina 78 - ... countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
Pagina 316 - ... so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out : an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eel-pot.