The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.], Volume 1Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1836 |
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... , and added greatly to my stock of knowledge , by noting their habits and customs , and conversing with their sages and great men . even journeyed one long summer's day to the sum- I mit of the most distant hill , from whence I.
... , and added greatly to my stock of knowledge , by noting their habits and customs , and conversing with their sages and great men . even journeyed one long summer's day to the sum- I mit of the most distant hill , from whence I.
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... custom . My native country was full of youthful promise ; Europe was rich in the accumulated treas- ures of age . Her very ruins told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wander over ...
... custom . My native country was full of youthful promise ; Europe was rich in the accumulated treas- ures of age . Her very ruins told the history of times gone by , and every mouldering stone was a chronicle . I longed to wander over ...
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... customs of barbarous nations , with which she can have no permanent intercourse of profit or pleas- ure ; it has been left to the broken - down tradesman , the scheming adventurer , the wandering mechanic , the Manchester and Birmingham ...
... customs of barbarous nations , with which she can have no permanent intercourse of profit or pleas- ure ; it has been left to the broken - down tradesman , the scheming adventurer , the wandering mechanic , the Manchester and Birmingham ...
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... custom . Every thing seems to be the growth of ages of regular and peaceful existence . The old church , of remote architecture , with its low massive portal ; its gothic tower ; its windows , rich H 2 IN ENGLAND . 89.
... custom . Every thing seems to be the growth of ages of regular and peaceful existence . The old church , of remote architecture , with its low massive portal ; its gothic tower ; its windows , rich H 2 IN ENGLAND . 89.
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... custom , to escape from the dreary meditations of a sleepless pillow . " Bewailing in his chamber thus alone , " despairing of all joy and remedy , " for , tired of thought , and wo- begone , " he had wandered to the window to indulge ...
... custom , to escape from the dreary meditations of a sleepless pillow . " Bewailing in his chamber thus alone , " despairing of all joy and remedy , " for , tired of thought , and wo- begone , " he had wandered to the window to indulge ...
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Page 56 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes. It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
Page 53 - 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...
Page 45 - 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.
Page 69 - 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...
Page 51 - ... 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...
Page 59 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay, the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half -starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it.
Page 62 - 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.
Page 63 - Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded.
Page 59 - 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.
Page 225 - They linger about these as about the tombs of friends and companions ; for indeed there is something of companionship between the author and the reader. Other men are known to posterity only through the medium of history, which is continually growing faint and obscure : but the intercourse between the author and his fellowmen is ever new, active, and immediate.