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... seemed full of liquor , and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load . Though rather shy and distrustful of this new acquaintance , Rip complied with his usual alac- rity ; and mutually relieving one another , they ...
... seemed full of liquor , and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load . Though rather shy and distrustful of this new acquaintance , Rip complied with his usual alac- rity ; and mutually relieving one another , they ...
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... seemed to issue out of a deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path ... seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was surmounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail ...
... seemed to issue out of a deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path ... seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was surmounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail ...
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... seemed particularly odd to Rip was , that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves , yet they maintained the gravest faces , the most mys- terious silence , and were , withal , the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ...
... seemed particularly odd to Rip was , that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves , yet they maintained the gravest faces , the most mys- terious silence , and were , withal , the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ...
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... seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities . What was to be done ? the morning was passing away , and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast . He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ...
... seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities . What was to be done ? the morning was passing away , and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast . He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ...
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... large characters , GEN- ERAL WASHINGTON . 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 , 22 WASHINGTON IRVING .
... large characters , GEN- ERAL WASHINGTON . 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 , 22 WASHINGTON IRVING .
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Page 350 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 39 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 354 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 353 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 37 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 356 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 349 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 76 - NAUTILUS This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 38 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon : the oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Page 351 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.