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... charms ; but the British poets have lived and reveled with her - they have wooed her in her most secret haunts -- they ... charm , however , of English scenery is the moral feeling that seems to pervade it . It is associated in the mind ...
... charms ; but the British poets have lived and reveled with her - they have wooed her in her most secret haunts -- they ... charm , however , of English scenery is the moral feeling that seems to pervade it . It is associated in the mind ...
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... charm of existence is at an end . She neglects all the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits , quicken the pulses , and send the tide of life in healthful currents through the veins . Her rest is broken - the sweet refreshment of ...
... charm of existence is at an end . She neglects all the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits , quicken the pulses , and send the tide of life in healthful currents through the veins . Her rest is broken - the sweet refreshment of ...
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... charm he never so wisely . " The person who told me her story had seen her at a mas- querade . There can be no exhibition of far - gone wretchedness more striking and painful than to meet it in such THE BROKEN HEART . 91.
... charm he never so wisely . " The person who told me her story had seen her at a mas- querade . There can be no exhibition of far - gone wretchedness more striking and painful than to meet it in such THE BROKEN HEART . 91.
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... charm , and are given with such circum- stantial truth , as to make the reader present with the captive in his prison , and the companion of his meditations . Such is the account which he gives of his weariness of spirit , and of the ...
... charm , and are given with such circum- stantial truth , as to make the reader present with the captive in his prison , and the companion of his meditations . Such is the account which he gives of his weariness of spirit , and of the ...
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... charm over the scene of his captivity , and he relapses into loneliness , now rendered tenfold more intolerable by this passing beam of unattainable beauty . Through the long and weary day he repines at his unhappy lot , and when ...
... charm over the scene of his captivity , and he relapses into loneliness , now rendered tenfold more intolerable by this passing beam of unattainable beauty . Through the long and weary day he repines at his unhappy lot , and when ...
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Seite 184 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Seite 52 - ... gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned...
Seite 52 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 47 - ... a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
Seite 43 - 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. 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.
Seite 238 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Seite 52 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked 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, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Seite 181 - ... grove which he once frequented ; we think of him in the wild upland solitude, or amidst the pensive beauty of the valley. In the freshness of joyous morning, we remember his beaming smiles and bounding...
Seite 184 - But the grave of those we loved, — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.