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... modern short story , he was certainly the writer who gave to that species of literary composition its artistic form . There are greater histories than the Conquest of Granada , and biographies that show xviii THE SKETCH BOOK.
... modern short story , he was certainly the writer who gave to that species of literary composition its artistic form . There are greater histories than the Conquest of Granada , and biographies that show xviii THE SKETCH BOOK.
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... story that excels Rip Van Winkle . Some of the articles in the Sketch Book have lost their freshness because the themes of which they treat have become hackneyed ; others , like the Little Britain and the Mutability of Literature ...
... story that excels Rip Van Winkle . Some of the articles in the Sketch Book have lost their freshness because the themes of which they treat have become hackneyed ; others , like the Little Britain and the Mutability of Literature ...
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... story of life , and lessen the effect of absence and separation . We drag , it is true , " a length- ening 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 ...
... story of life , and lessen the effect of absence and separation . We drag , it is true , " a length- ening 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 ...
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... story of their end . What sighs have been wafted after that ship ! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home ! How often has the mistress , the wife , the mother , pored over the daily news , to catch some casual ...
... story of their end . What sighs have been wafted after that ship ! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home ! How often has the mistress , the wife , the mother , pored over the daily news , to catch some casual ...
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... stories , for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confusion . There was a fearful , sullen sound of rushing waves and broken surges . Deep called unto deep ...
... stories , for a time , put an end to all my fine fancies . The storm increased with the night . The sea was lashed into tremendous confusion . There was a fearful , sullen sound of rushing waves and broken surges . Deep called unto deep ...
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Page 54 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Page 48 - ... cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip 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 ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked...
Page 231 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Page 401 - ... loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a corn-field.
Page 378 - 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 313 - 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.
Page 89 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah '. little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
Page 41 - 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. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives far and near as perfect barometers.
Page 49 - As they ascended Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine or rather cleft between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted.
Page 44 - Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.