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... calm and well - considered beneficence of his daily life , the quiet stream of which had made a wide green margin all along its course . Not a day passed by that the world was not the better because this 40 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE .
... calm and well - considered beneficence of his daily life , the quiet stream of which had made a wide green margin all along its course . Not a day passed by that the world was not the better because this 40 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE .
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... passing up the valley , paused to look at the Great Stone Face , imagining that they had seen its likeness in a human countenance , but could not remember where . While Ernest had been growing up and growing old , a bountiful Providence ...
... passing up the valley , paused to look at the Great Stone Face , imagining that they had seen its likeness in a human countenance , but could not remember where . While Ernest had been growing up and growing old , a bountiful Providence ...
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... passed the image along the street . It was exactly and minutely the shape , the garb , and the face which the towns - people had so recently thronged to see and admire . Not a rich flower upon her head , not a single leaf but had had ...
... passed the image along the street . It was exactly and minutely the shape , the garb , and the face which the towns - people had so recently thronged to see and admire . Not a rich flower upon her head , not a single leaf but had had ...
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... passed a scene which has never yet been satis- factorily explained . The officers of the British army , and the loyal gentry of the province , most of whom were collected within the beleaguered town , had been invited to a masked ball ...
... passed a scene which has never yet been satis- factorily explained . The officers of the British army , and the loyal gentry of the province , most of whom were collected within the beleaguered town , had been invited to a masked ball ...
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... passed hastily down the stairs and went forth from the porch , appeared rather like shadows than persons of fleshly substance . Sir William Howe and his guests stood at the doors of the contiguous apartments , watching the progress of ...
... passed hastily down the stairs and went forth from the porch , appeared rather like shadows than persons of fleshly substance . Sir William Howe and his guests stood at the doors of the contiguous apartments , watching the progress of ...
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Page 297 - Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested...
Page 103 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!" Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and, if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart. In a long ramble of the kind on a fine autumnal day, Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Catskill Mountains.
Page 111 - 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. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke, instead of idle speeches ; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents 'of an ancient newspaper.
Page 97 - 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.
Page 101 - ... and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue ? The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
Page 98 - ... lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina.
Page 111 - The orator bustled up to him, and, drawing him partly aside, inquired "on which side he voted?" Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, "Whether he was Federal or Democrat?
Page 111 - Hill— heroes of seventysix— and other words, which were a perfect Babylonish jargon to the bewildered Van Winkle. The appearance of Rip, with his long grizzled beard, his rusty fowling-piece, his uncouth dress, and an army of women and children at his heels, soon attracted the attention of the tavern politicians.
Page 97 - ... about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory. At the foot of these fairy mountains...
Page 114 - He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name? "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end.