The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...A. and W. Galignani, 1824 |
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... 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 characteristic of England . The tide and wind were so favourable ...
... 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 characteristic of England . The tide and wind were so favourable ...
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... green meadow land ; while the Welsh 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 ...
... green meadow land ; while the Welsh 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 ...
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... green of the nearer landscape . It is a little village of great antiquity , having been found- ed by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the province , just about the be- ginning of the government of the good Peter ...
... green of the nearer landscape . It is a little village of great antiquity , having been found- ed by some of the Dutch colonists , in the early times of the province , just about the be- ginning of the government of the good Peter ...
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... green knoll , covered with mountain herbage , that crowned the brow of a precipice . From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland . He saw at a distance the . lordly Hudson ...
... green knoll , covered with mountain herbage , that crowned the brow of a precipice . From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland . He saw at a distance the . lordly Hudson ...
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... green knoll from whence he had first seen the old man of the glen . He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning . The birds were hop- ping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the ...
... green knoll from whence he had first seen the old man of the glen . He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning . The birds were hop- ping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient antiquity Baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom Bracebridge Canonchet castle charm Christmas church churchyard cottage countenance custom Dame dance dark delight distant door earth Eastcheap England English Falstaff fancy favourite feelings fire flowers friends gathered ghost goblin grave green hall hand haunted heard heart horse hung Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian John Bull kind knight-errant lady land Little Britain living look Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled monuments nature neighbourhood neighbouring never night noble old English old gentleman once passed Philip poet poor pride quiet racter Rip Van Winkle Robert Preston round rural scene seated seemed Shakspeare side Sleepy Hollow sometimes song sorrow soul sound spectre spirit Squire steed story sweet tender thing thought tion told tomb trees turn village wandering Wassail Wat Tyler WESTMINSTER ABBEY whole wild William Walworth window Winkle worthy young
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.