The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 páginas |
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... face glanced out at the window and vanished a light footstep was heard and Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white : a few wild - flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her ...
... face glanced out at the window and vanished a light footstep was heard and Mary came tripping forth to meet us : she was in a pretty rural dress of white : a few wild - flowers were twisted in her fine hair ; a fresh bloom was on her ...
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... 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 Kaatskill ...
... 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 Kaatskill ...
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... facé , and small piggish eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was sur- mounted by a white sugarloaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards , of various shapes and co- lours ...
... facé , and small piggish eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was sur- mounted by a white sugarloaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards , of various shapes and co- lours ...
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... faces at the windows everything was strange . His mind now misgave him ; he began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched . Surely this was his native village , which he had left but the day before ! There ...
... faces at the windows everything was strange . His mind now misgave him ; he began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched . Surely this was his native village , which he had left but the day before ! There ...
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... face of King George , under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed . The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff , a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre , the head was ...
... face of King George , under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed . The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff , a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre , the head was ...
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Página 39 - ... 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. "Alas! gentlemen...
Página 176 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Página 39 - 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.
Página 39 - A tory! A tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
Página 253 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 38 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.
Página 335 - In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages...
Página 133 - 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.
Página 68 - 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'.
Página 32 - On the other side, he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the 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...