The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...A. and W. Galignani, 1824 |
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Pagina 19
... mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her yards would dip into the water her bow was almost buried ...
... mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her yards would dip into the water her bow was almost buried ...
Pagina 21
... mountains , towering into the clouds ; all were objects of intense interest . As we sailed up the Mer- sey , I reconnoitred the shores with a teles- cope . My eye dwelt with delight on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and ...
... mountains , towering into the clouds ; all were objects of intense interest . As we sailed up the Mer- sey , I reconnoitred the shores with a teles- cope . My eye dwelt with delight on neat cottages , with their trim shrubberies and ...
Pagina 35
... mountains , blended with clouds and melting into dis- tance , bordered the horizon . This was Roscoe's favourite residence dur- ing the days of his prosperity . It had been the seat of elegant hospitality and literary re- tirement . The ...
... mountains , blended with clouds and melting into dis- tance , bordered the horizon . This was Roscoe's favourite residence dur- ing the days of his prosperity . It had been the seat of elegant hospitality and literary re- tirement . The ...
Pagina 63
... mountains . They are a dismembered branch of the great Appala- chian family , and are seen away to the west of the river , swelling up to a noble height and lording it over the surrounding country . Every change of season , every change ...
... mountains . They are a dismembered branch of the great Appala- chian family , and are seen away to the west of the river , swelling up to a noble height and lording it over the surrounding country . Every change of season , every change ...
Pagina 64
... mountains , the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village , whose shingle - roofs gleam among the trees , just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape . It is a ...
... mountains , the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village , whose shingle - roofs gleam among the trees , just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape . It is a ...
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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.