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... person who has been burrowing , to his utmost ability , into the depths of our common nat- ure for the purposes of psychological romance and who pursues his researches in that dusky region , as he needs must , as well by the tact of ...
... person who has been burrowing , to his utmost ability , into the depths of our common nat- ure for the purposes of psychological romance and who pursues his researches in that dusky region , as he needs must , as well by the tact of ...
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... person , was expected to arrive at sunset . friend Ernest , meanwhile , had been deeply stirred by the idea that the great man , the noble man , the man of prophecy , after so many ages of delay , was at length to be made manifest to ...
... person , was expected to arrive at sunset . friend Ernest , meanwhile , had been deeply stirred by the idea that the great man , the noble man , the man of prophecy , after so many ages of delay , was at length to be made manifest to ...
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... to catch any word that might fall from the general in reply ; and a volunteer company , doing duty as a guard , pricked Our ruthlessly with their bayonets at any particularly quiet person among 44 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE .
... to catch any word that might fall from the general in reply ; and a volunteer company , doing duty as a guard , pricked Our ruthlessly with their bayonets at any particularly quiet person among 44 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE .
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... person among the throng . So Ernest , being of an unobtrusive character , was thrust quite into the background , where he could see no more of Old Blood - and - Thunder's physiognomy than if it had been still blazing on the battle ...
... person among the throng . So Ernest , being of an unobtrusive character , was thrust quite into the background , where he could see no more of Old Blood - and - Thunder's physiognomy than if it had been still blazing on the battle ...
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... person ! I have seldom met with a man in your line of business that could do so much ; for one other touch might make this figure of General Wolfe , 1 for instance , a breathing and intelligent human creature . " " You would have me ...
... person ! I have seldom met with a man in your line of business that could do so much ; for one other touch might make this figure of General Wolfe , 1 for instance , a breathing and intelligent human creature . " " You would have me ...
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Page 116 - 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.
Page 117 - At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle-roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape.
Page 110 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.
Page 111 - A Tory! a Tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the selfimportant man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for, and whom he was seeking? The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well — who are they? — name them.
Page 128 - what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle ?" He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean, welloiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten.
Page 127 - ... 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. 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,...
Page 119 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Page 126 - They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's. Their visages, too, were peculiar ; one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugarloaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 124 - ... green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark,* here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.