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... mingled mong 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 shade of a great one , particularly the great man of a city . But I was anxious to see ...
... mingled mong 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 shade of a great one , particularly the great man of a city . But I was anxious to see ...
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... mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears swept us out of all farther hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put the ship about , she was under such headway . We returned , as nearly ...
... mingling with the wind . The blast that bore it to our ears swept us out of all farther hearing . I shall never forget that cry ! It was some time before we could put the ship about , she was under such headway . We returned , as nearly ...
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... mingled and confounded with other men . His great qualities lose their novelty , we become too familiar with the com- mon materials which form the basis even of the loftiest character Some of Mr. Roscoe's townsmen may regard him merely ...
... mingled and confounded with other men . His great qualities lose their novelty , we become too familiar with the com- mon materials which form the basis even of the loftiest character Some of Mr. Roscoe's townsmen may regard him merely ...
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... mingles with the lower orders of cities . He lays aside his distance and reserve , and is glad to wave the ... mingling of cultivated and rustic society may also be attributed the rural feeling that runs through British literature ; the ...
... mingles with the lower orders of cities . He lays aside his distance and reserve , and is glad to wave the ... mingling of cultivated and rustic society may also be attributed the rural feeling that runs through British literature ; the ...
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... leaf and flower , " he still lingers at the window , and , laying his head upon the cold * Wrought gold . Estate , dignity . + Largesse , bounty . § Cunning , discretion . stone , gives vent to a mingled flow of love A ROYAL POET . 115.
... leaf and flower , " he still lingers at the window , and , laying his head upon the cold * Wrought gold . Estate , dignity . + Largesse , bounty . § Cunning , discretion . stone , gives vent to a mingled flow of love A ROYAL POET . 115.
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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.