Authors' Birthdays: Containing Exercises for the Celebration of the Birthdays of Poe, Longfellow, T.B. Read, Irving .... First seriesC.W. Bardeen, 1898 - 359 pages |
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Page 127
... comfort , at least , in this intelligence . The honest man could contain himself no longer . He caught his daughter and her child in his arms . 66 " I am your father ! " cried he ; young Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip Van Winkle now.
... comfort , at least , in this intelligence . The honest man could contain himself no longer . He caught his daughter and her child in his arms . 66 " I am your father ! " cried he ; young Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip Van Winkle now.
Page 128
... once - old Rip Van Winkle now ! -Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle ? " All stood amazed , until an old woman , tottering out from among the crowd , put her hand to her brow , and peering under it in his face for a moment , exclaimed ...
... once - old Rip Van Winkle now ! -Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle ? " All stood amazed , until an old woman , tottering out from among the crowd , put her hand to her brow , and peering under it in his face for a moment , exclaimed ...
Page 129
... once , and corroborated his story in the most satis- factory manner . He assured the company that it was a fact , handed down from his an- cestor the historian , that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings ...
... once , and corroborated his story in the most satis- factory manner . He assured the company that it was a fact , handed down from his an- cestor the historian , that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings ...
Page 130
... once more on the bench at the inn - door , and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of the village , and a chronicle of the old times . " before the war " . It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip , or ...
... once more on the bench at the inn - door , and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of the village , and a chronicle of the old times . " before the war " . It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip , or ...
Page 131
... He was observed , at first , to vary on some points every time he told it , which was , doubtless , owing to his having so recently awaked . It at last settled down precisely to the tale I Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip Van Winkle now.
... He was observed , at first , to vary on some points every time he told it , which was , doubtless , owing to his having so recently awaked . It at last settled down precisely to the tale I Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip Van Winkle now.
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Page 293 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 169 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is...
Page 17 - Hear the loud alarum bells— Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 31 - There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted!
Page 300 - Soon as the little ones chip the shell, Six wide mouths are open for food; Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well, Gathering seeds for the hungry brood. Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 16 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 90 - 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. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky ; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last...
Page 295 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 117 - Rip Van Winkle" exclaimed two or three. "Oh, to be sure! That's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. 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!
Page 32 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.