The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. [pseud.] ...A. and W. Galignani, 1824 |
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... true , our great men in America : not a city but has an ample share of them . I have min- gled among them in my time , and been almost withered by the shade into which they cast me ; for there is nothing so baleful to a small man as the ...
... true , our great men in America : not a city but has an ample share of them . I have min- gled among them in my time , and been almost withered by the shade into which they cast me ; for there is nothing so baleful to a small man as the ...
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... true , « a lengthening chain » at each remove of our pilgrimage ; but the chain is unbroken : we can trace it back link by link ; and we feel that the last of them still grapples us to home . But a wide sea It makes us con- voyage ...
... true , « a lengthening chain » at each remove of our pilgrimage ; but the chain is unbroken : we can trace it back link by link ; and we feel that the last of them still grapples us to home . But a wide sea It makes us con- voyage ...
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... true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure ; but , surely , if the people of Liverpool had been properly sen- sible of what was due to Mr Roscoe and them- selves , his library would never ...
... true friendship which never deceived hope , nor deserted sorrow . I do not wish to censure ; but , surely , if the people of Liverpool had been properly sen- sible of what was due to Mr Roscoe and them- selves , his library would never ...
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... true worth is always void of glare and pretension . But the man of letters who speaks of Liverpool , speaks of it as the residence of Roscoe . - The intelligent tra- veller who visits it , inquires where Roscoe is to 38 ROSCOE .
... true worth is always void of glare and pretension . But the man of letters who speaks of Liverpool , speaks of it as the residence of Roscoe . - The intelligent tra- veller who visits it , inquires where Roscoe is to 38 ROSCOE .
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... who had been brought up in the midst of fashionable life . She had , it is true , no fortune , but that of my friend was ample ; and he delighted in ele- the anticipation of indulging her in every gant pursuit THE WIFE . 45.
... who had been brought up in the midst of fashionable life . She had , it is true , no fortune , but that of my friend was ample ; and he delighted in ele- the anticipation of indulging her in every gant pursuit THE WIFE . 45.
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Page 88 - Nicholas Vedder?" 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 church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Page 289 - 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.
Page 12 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 83 - 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 80 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Page 274 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Page 84 - ... 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. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.
Page 87 - ... knowing, self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded, in an austere tone, "what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village?
Page 78 - ... countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
Page 316 - ... so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out : an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eel-pot.