The Sketch Book, and Bracebridge Hall[T.] Nelson, 1903 - 791 pages |
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Abencerrages alchemist alchemy ancient antiquated Antonio appeared auto da fé beautiful bosom brought Canonchet chamber charm Christmas church companion Dame dance delight Dolph Don Ambrosio door Dutch endeavoured England English Falstaff fancy father favour favourite feelings flowers fond friends gentleman girl goblin Granada grave green Hall hand haunted Haunted House head heard heart Heer Honfleur honour horse humour Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian Inez kind Lady Lillycraft listened Little Britain lived look lover mansion Master Simon melancholy merry mind mingled morning nature neighbourhood neighbouring never night observed old Christy old English once parson passed poor pride quiet recollection round rural scene seemed seen SKETCH BOOK Sleepy Hollow smile song sound sound of music spirit squire squire's story strange sweet talk tender thought Tibbets tion tower trees turned village wandering whole window worthy young
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Page 50 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
Page 320 - 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 184 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 203 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.
Page 39 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him, and shouted his name, but all in vain ; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen. He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun.
Page 31 - The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians.
Page 35 - ... curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation. From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage and call the members all to...
Page 68 - Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him — Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him...
Page 40 - Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows, sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice ; and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities.
Page 366 - Away then they dashed, through thick and thin ; stones flying, and sparks flashing, at every bound. Ichabod's flimsy garments fluttered in the air, as he stretched his long lank body away over his horse's head, in the eagerness of his flight.