The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...A. and W. Galignani, 1824 |
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Pagina 21
... delight on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and green grass plots . I saw the mouldering ruin of an abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighbouring hill - all were ...
... delight on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and green grass plots . I saw the mouldering ruin of an abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighbouring hill - all were ...
Pagina 29
... delight in disappointing the assiduities of art , with which it would rear legitimate dulness to maturity ; and to glory in the vigour and luxuriance of her chance productions . She scatters the seeds of genius to the winds , and though ...
... delight in disappointing the assiduities of art , with which it would rear legitimate dulness to maturity ; and to glory in the vigour and luxuriance of her chance productions . She scatters the seeds of genius to the winds , and though ...
Pagina 35
... delightful . A fine lawn sloped away from it studded with clumps of trees , so disposed as to break a soft fertile country into a variety of landscapes , The Mersey was seen winding a broad quiet sheet of water through an expanse of ...
... delightful . A fine lawn sloped away from it studded with clumps of trees , so disposed as to break a soft fertile country into a variety of landscapes , The Mersey was seen winding a broad quiet sheet of water through an expanse of ...
Pagina 45
... who had been brought up in the midst of fashionable life . She had , it is true , no fortune , but that of my friend was ample ; and he delighted in ele- the anticipation of indulging her in every gant pursuit THE WIFE . 45.
... who had been brought up in the midst of fashionable life . She had , it is true , no fortune , but that of my friend was ample ; and he delighted in ele- the anticipation of indulging her in every gant pursuit THE WIFE . 45.
Pagina 46
... delight ; and how , in the midst of applause , her eye would still turn to him , as if there alone she sought favour and acceptance . When leaning on his arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall manly person . The fond ...
... delight ; and how , in the midst of applause , her eye would still turn to him , as if there alone she sought favour and acceptance . When leaning on his arm , her slender form contrasted finely with his tall manly person . The fond ...
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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.