The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, Volume 1Lea & Blanchard, 1839 |
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... and her Son The Boar's Head Tavern The Mutability of Literature Rural Funerals The Inn Kitchen The Spectre Bridegroom Westminster Abbey 129 ... 137 147 163 179 .. 195 198 221 ΤΟ SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART . THIS WORK IS.
... and her Son The Boar's Head Tavern The Mutability of Literature Rural Funerals The Inn Kitchen The Spectre Bridegroom Westminster Abbey 129 ... 137 147 163 179 .. 195 198 221 ΤΟ SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART . THIS WORK IS.
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... abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighbouring hill - all were char- acteristic of England . The tide and wind were so favourable , that the ship was enabled to come at once to ...
... abbey overrun with ivy , and the taper spire of a village church rising from the brow of a neighbouring hill - all were char- acteristic of England . The tide and wind were so favourable , that the ship was enabled to come at once to ...
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... and almost as fruitful of voluminous disser- tations and disputes as the shield of Achilles , or the far - famed Portland vase . THE MUTABILITY OF LITERATURE . A COLLOQUY IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY 162 THE BOAR'S HEAD TAVERN .
... and almost as fruitful of voluminous disser- tations and disputes as the shield of Achilles , or the far - famed Portland vase . THE MUTABILITY OF LITERATURE . A COLLOQUY IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY 162 THE BOAR'S HEAD TAVERN .
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... Abbey , enjoying that luxury of wandering thought which one is apt to dig . nify with the name of reflection ; when suddenly an irruption of madcap boys from Westminster school , playing at foot - ball , broke in upon the monastic still ...
... Abbey , enjoying that luxury of wandering thought which one is apt to dig . nify with the name of reflection ; when suddenly an irruption of madcap boys from Westminster school , playing at foot - ball , broke in upon the monastic still ...
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... abbey , and shut up from the tu- mult of the world . I could only hear now and then the shouts of the schoolboys faintly swelling from the cloisters , and the sound of a bell tolling for prayers , that echoed soberly along the roofs of ...
... abbey , and shut up from the tu- mult of the world . I could only hear now and then the shouts of the schoolboys faintly swelling from the cloisters , and the sound of a bell tolling for prayers , that echoed soberly along the roofs of ...
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abbey antiquity aunts authors Baron beautiful Boar's Head bosom bride bustling castle character charms church cottage countenance crowd Dame Van Winkle deep delight distant door dust earth Eastcheap elegant England English Falstaff fancy feelings flowers funeral gaze George Somers Gersau gloom grave hand heard heart hour humble Jack Straw kind labour literary living looked Maid's Tragedy meditation melancholy mind mingled monument mountain nature neighbourhood neighbouring never noble Odenwald once passed Peter Stuyvesant poem poet poetical poor pride quarto quiet recollection Rip Van Winkle Rip's Robert Preston round rural sawtrie scene seated seemed sepulchre ship silent solemn sorrow soul spectre spirit story strange stranger sweet tale tavern tender thing thought tion tomb tower trees verger village wandering Wat Tyler Welch mountains WESTMINSTER ABBEY whole wife William Walworth window writers Wurtzburg young
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Página 51 - He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion: a cloth jerkin...
Página 58 - 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 45 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
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 58 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand : war—Congress—Stony Point; he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, " Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle ?"
Página 49 - ... of his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods. Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathized as a fellow-sufferer in persecution. "Poor Wolf...
Página 187 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent — if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Página 136 - The poor mother had been assisted to kneel down at the head of it. Her withered hands were clasped, as if in prayer, but I could perceive by a feeble rocking of the body, and a convulsive motion of...
Página 57 - They crowded round him, eyeing him from head to foot with great curiosity. The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired on which side he voted.
Página 65 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...