The Sketch BookAllyn and Bacon, 1895 - 423 páginas |
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... noble Roman style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased a painter ; and though some slight furrows on his brow showed that wasting thought had been busy there , yet his eye still beamed with the fire of a poetic soul . There ...
... noble Roman style of countenance ; a head that would have pleased a painter ; and though some slight furrows on his brow showed that wasting thought had been busy there , yet his eye still beamed with the fire of a poetic soul . There ...
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... noble institutions for literary and scien- tific purposes , which reflect such credit on Liverpool , and are giving such an impulse to the public mind , have mostly been originated , and have all been effectively promoted , by Mr ...
... noble institutions for literary and scien- tific purposes , which reflect such credit on Liverpool , and are giving such an impulse to the public mind , have mostly been originated , and have all been effectively promoted , by Mr ...
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... noble souls , and are , like manna , sent from heaven , in the wilderness of this world . While my feelings were yet alive on the subject , it was my fortune to light on further traces of Mr. Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman ...
... noble souls , and are , like manna , sent from heaven , in the wilderness of this world . While my feelings were yet alive on the subject , it was my fortune to light on further traces of Mr. Roscoe . I was riding out with a gentleman ...
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... noble vessel that had been driven on shore . Did such a scene admit of ludicrous associations , we might imagine some- thing whimsical in this strange irruption in the regions of learning . Pygmies rummaging the armory of a giant , and ...
... noble vessel that had been driven on shore . Did such a scene admit of ludicrous associations , we might imagine some- thing whimsical in this strange irruption in the regions of learning . Pygmies rummaging the armory of a giant , and ...
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... noble mind struggling under misfortunes , by one of the most delicate , but most expressive tokens of public sympathy . It is difficult , however , to estimate a man of genius properly who is daily before our eyes . He becomes mingled ...
... noble mind struggling under misfortunes , by one of the most delicate , but most expressive tokens of public sympathy . It is difficult , however , to estimate a man of genius properly who is daily before our eyes . He becomes mingled ...
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Página 153 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; 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 42 - 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. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village...
Página 44 - Eip 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 of Dame Van Winkle. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, "Rip Van Winkle!
Página 52 - 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 155 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Página 286 - 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 389 - Ichabod stole forth with the air of one who had been sacking a hen-roost, rather than a fair lady's heart. Without looking to the right or left to notice the scene of rural wealth, on which he had so often gloated, he went straight to the stable, and with several hearty cuffs and kicks, roused his steed most uncourteously from the comfortable quarters in which he was soundly sleeping, dreaming of mountains of corn and oats, and whole valleys of timothy and clover.
Página 49 - ... passed. 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 39 - 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 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 neighbourhood.
Página 54 - To make a long story short, the company broke up, and returned to the more important concerns of the election. Rip's daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, wellfurnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to any thing else...