The Sketch BookAllyn and Bacon, 1895 - Всего страниц: 423 |
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... soul . There was some- thing in his whole appearance that indicated a being of a different order from the bustling race around him . I inquired his name , and was informed that it was Ros- coe . I drew back with an involuntary feeling ...
... soul . There was some- thing in his whole appearance that indicated a being of a different order from the bustling race around him . I inquired his name , and was informed that it was Ros- coe . I drew back with an involuntary feeling ...
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... 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 , to ...
... 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 , to ...
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... soul . The more he saw cause to love her , the more torturing was the thought that he was soon to make her wretched . A little while , thought he , and the smile will vanish from that cheek — the song will die away from those lips the ...
... soul . The more he saw cause to love her , the more torturing was the thought that he was soon to make her wretched . A little while , thought he , and the smile will vanish from that cheek — the song will die away from those lips the ...
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... soul to the earth , by telling her that her husband is a beggar that she is to forego all the elegancies of life- all the pleasures of society to shrink with me into indi- gence and obscurity ! To tell her that I have dragged her down ...
... soul to the earth , by telling her that her husband is a beggar that she is to forego all the elegancies of life- all the pleasures of society to shrink with me into indi- gence and obscurity ! To tell her that I have dragged her down ...
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... soul , and was soon tempted to repeat the draught . One taste pro- voked 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 ...
... soul , and was soon tempted to repeat the draught . One taste pro- voked 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 ...
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Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...