The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, GentG. P. Putnam, 1849 - 465 páginas |
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... tomb , and none can tell the cause that blighted their loveliness ! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side , and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals , so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the ...
... tomb , and none can tell the cause that blighted their loveliness ! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side , and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals , so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the ...
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... Let those tell who have had the portals of the tomb suddenly closed between them and the being they most loved on earth - who have sat at its threshold , as one shut out in a cold and lonely world , whence all that 90 THE SKETCH BOOK .
... Let those tell who have had the portals of the tomb suddenly closed between them and the being they most loved on earth - who have sat at its threshold , as one shut out in a cold and lonely world , whence all that 90 THE SKETCH BOOK .
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... tombs of knights , and high - born dames , of gorgeous workmanship , with their effigies in colored marble . On every side the eye was struck with some instance of aspiring mortality ; some haughty memorial which human pride had erected ...
... tombs of knights , and high - born dames , of gorgeous workmanship , with their effigies in colored marble . On every side the eye was struck with some instance of aspiring mortality ; some haughty memorial which human pride had erected ...
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... tombs of many fishmongers of renown ; and as every profession has its galaxy of glory , and its constellation of great men ... tomb of Virgil , or soldiers the monument of a Marlborough or Turenne . I cannot but turn aside , while thus ...
... tombs of many fishmongers of renown ; and as every profession has its galaxy of glory , and its constellation of great men ... tomb of Virgil , or soldiers the monument of a Marlborough or Turenne . I cannot but turn aside , while thus ...
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... tombs echo with their merriment . I sought to take refuge from their noise by penetrating still deeper into the soli- tudes of the pile , and applied to one of the vergers for admission to the library . He conducted me through a portal ...
... tombs echo with their merriment . I sought to take refuge from their noise by penetrating still deeper into the soli- tudes of the pile , and applied to one of the vergers for admission to the library . He conducted me through a portal ...
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The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon Gent. [i.e. Washington Irving] Washington Irving Visualização integral - 1864 |
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abbey ancient antiquity baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge Canonchet castle character charm Christmas church church-yard cottage countenance custom Dame dark delight distant door earth Eastcheap Edward the Confessor England English Falstaff fancy favorite feelings flowers gathered grave green hall hand heard heart horse hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind lady Little Britain living look mansion Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled monuments mountain Narragansets nature neighborhood neighboring never night noble observed old English old gentleman once passed Philip poet poor pride quiet Rip Van Winkle Robert Preston round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare side sleep Sleepy Hollow sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit squire story sweet tender thing thought tion tomb trees turn village wandering Wassail Wat Tyler Westminster Abbey whole wild William Walworth window worthy young
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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.