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... master spirit , and how completely it can give its own impress to surrounding objects . Like his own Lorenzo De ' Medici , on whom he seems to have fixed his eye as on a pure model of antiquity , he has interwoven the history of his ...
... master spirit , and how completely it can give its own impress to surrounding objects . Like his own Lorenzo De ' Medici , on whom he seems to have fixed his eye as on a pure model of antiquity , he has interwoven the history of his ...
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... master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye , as the cause of his master's going so often astray . True it is , in all points of spirit befitting an honorable dog ...
... master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye , as the cause of his master's going so often astray . True it is , in all points of spirit befitting an honorable dog ...
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... master's 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 ...
... master's 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 ...
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... master's side , looking fearfully down into the glen . Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him ; he looked anxiously in the same direction , and per- ceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks , and bending under ...
... master's side , looking fearfully down into the glen . Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him ; he looked anxiously in the same direction , and per- ceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks , and bending under ...
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... Master Edward Honeyball , the " bully - rock " of the establish- ment . It is one of those little taverns which abound in the heart of the city , and form the centre of gossip and intelligence of the neighborhood . We entered the bar ...
... Master Edward Honeyball , the " bully - rock " of the establish- ment . It is one of those little taverns which abound in the heart of the city , and form the centre of gossip and intelligence of the neighborhood . We entered the bar ...
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Página 184 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Página 52 - ... gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned...
Página 52 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Página 56 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby 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 decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Página 47 - ... a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
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. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Página 238 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Página 52 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Página 181 - ... grove which he once frequented ; we think of him in the wild upland solitude, or amidst the pensive beauty of the valley. In the freshness of joyous morning, we remember his beaming smiles and bounding...
Página 184 - But the grave of those we loved, — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.