The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1849 - 465 páginas |
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... flowers tastefully disposed about the door , and on the grassplot in front . A small wicket gate opened upon a footpath that wound through some shrubbery to the door . Just as we approached , we heard the sound of music -Leslie grasped ...
... flowers tastefully disposed about the door , and on the grassplot in front . A small wicket gate opened upon a footpath that wound through some shrubbery to the door . Just as we approached , we heard the sound of music -Leslie grasped ...
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... flowering vines which clamber about it , and the wild flowers which abound in its neighborhood , is known by the name of the Garden Rock . Near the foot of it is a small lake , the haunt of the solitary bittern , with water - snakes ...
... flowering vines which clamber about it , and the wild flowers which abound in its neighborhood , is known by the name of the Garden Rock . Near the foot of it is a small lake , the haunt of the solitary bittern , with water - snakes ...
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... flowers ; every spot capable of vegetation has its grass- plot and flower - bed ; and every square its mimic park , laid out with picturesque taste , and gleaming with refreshing verdure . Those who see the Englishman only in town are ...
... flowers ; every spot capable of vegetation has its grass- plot and flower - bed ; and every square its mimic park , laid out with picturesque taste , and gleaming with refreshing verdure . Those who see the Englishman only in town are ...
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... hedge , the grassplot before the door , the little flower - bed bordered with snug box , the woodbine trained up against the wall , and hanging its blossoms about the lattice , the pot of flowers in the window , 80 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... hedge , the grassplot before the door , the little flower - bed bordered with snug box , the woodbine trained up against the wall , and hanging its blossoms about the lattice , the pot of flowers in the window , 80 THE SKETCH BOOK .
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Washington Irving. lattice , the pot of flowers in the window , the holly , providently planted about the house , to cheat winter of its dreariness , and to throw in a semblance of green summer to cheer the fireside : all these bespeak ...
Washington Irving. lattice , the pot of flowers in the window , the holly , providently planted about the house , to cheat winter of its dreariness , and to throw in a semblance of green summer to cheer the fireside : all these bespeak ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.