The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, EsqB. Tauchnitz, 1843 - 361 páginas |
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... passed over her , and were hurried on our course . As the crashing wreck was sinking beneath us , I had a glimpse of two or three half - naked wretches rushing from her cabin ; they just started from their beds to be swallowed shrieking ...
... passed over her , and were hurried on our course . As the crashing wreck was sinking beneath us , I had a glimpse of two or three half - naked wretches rushing from her cabin ; they just started from their beds to be swallowed shrieking ...
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... passed under the hammer of the auctioneer , and was dispersed about the country . The good people of the vicinity thronged like wreckers to get some part of the noble vessel that had been driven on shore . Did such a scene admit of ...
... passed under the hammer of the auctioneer , and was dispersed about the country . The good people of the vicinity thronged like wreckers to get some part of the noble vessel that had been driven on shore . Did such a scene admit of ...
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... passing traveller . How solemnly they would listen to the contents , as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel , the school- master , a dapper learned little man , who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary ; and ...
... passing traveller . How solemnly they would listen to the contents , as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel , the school- master , a dapper learned little man , who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary ; and ...
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... Passing through the ravine , they came to a hollow , like a small amphitheatre , surrounded by perpendicular precipices , over the brinks of which impending The Sketch Book . 3 trees shot their branches , merely allowing glimpses of the ...
... Passing through the ravine , they came to a hollow , like a small amphitheatre , surrounded by perpendicular precipices , over the brinks of which impending The Sketch Book . 3 trees shot their branches , merely allowing glimpses of the ...
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... 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 . He shook his head , shouldered the rusty fire ...
... 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 . He shook his head , shouldered the rusty fire ...
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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...