The Works of Washington Irving: Crayon miscellanyG.P. Putnam, 1863 |
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Abbey Abbotsford alarm animal Annesley Annesley Hall Arkansas banks Beatte beautiful beheld border brought buffalo camp Captain carcass chase Chaworth Colonel Wildman companions course cried Cross Timber dashed deep deer distance encampment fire ford forest Fort Gibson frontier gallop gave gazed grass grazing ground grove half-breeds Hall head heard heart herbage hill horseback hunters hunting Indian Joe Murray Johnny Bower kind lariat length little Frenchman looked Lord Byron miles morning mounted neighborhood Newstead Newstead Abbey night old Ryan Osage pack-horses party passed Pawnees poor prairie dog prairies pursuit rangers ravine ride rifle river ruin saddle scamper scene Scott seemed seen shot side sight skirts soon spirit steed stood story straggling stream thickets Thomas the Rhymer Tonish took track trees troop turkeys turned valley wandered whole wild horse wood wounded young Count
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Page 352 - chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour. And her who was his destiny, came back, And thrust themselves between him and the light: What business had they there at such a time 1
Page 302 - crown'd, The Virgin Mother of the God-born child With her son in her blessed arms, looked round, Spared by some chance, when all beside was spoil'd: She made the earth below seem holy ground." Don Juan, Canto III. vaulted hall, supported by massive Gothic arches, and not a little resembling the crypt of a cathedral, being
Page 243 - Why, soldiers, why. Should we be melancholy, boys ? Why, soldiers, why, Whose business 'tis to die! For should next campaign Send us to him who made us, boys, We're free from pain: But should we remain, A bottle and kind landlady Makes all well again.
Page 354 - By a river, which its softened way did take In currents through the calmer water spread Around: the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed: The woods sloped downward to its brink, and stood With their green faces fixed upon
Page 296 - These—these he views, and views them but to weep. Yet he prefers thee to the gilded domes. Or gewgaw grottoes of the vainly great; Yet lingers mid thy damp and mossy tombs, Nor breathes a murmur 'gainst the will of fate."t * Lines on leaving Newstead Abbey. t Elegy on
Page 368 - with old pictures of great worth, Of knights and dames, heroic and chaste too As doubtless should be people of high birth. • ••••• No sound except the echo of his sigh Or step ran sadly through that antique house, When suddenly he heard, or thought so, nigh, A supernatural agent—or a mouse, Whose little nibbling rustle will
Page 330 - To question that friar's right. Bay nought to him as he walks the hall, And he'll say nought to you; He sweeps along in his dusky pall, As o'er the grass the dew. Then gramercy ! for the Black Friar; Heaven sain him! fair or foul, And whatsoe'er may be his
Page 221 - rabble, but seemed to consider himself bound, for the dignity of the house, to give me a courteous reception. Before Scott had reached the gate he called out in a hearty tone, welcoming me to Abbotsford, and asking news of CampbelL Arrived at the door of the chaise, he grasped me warmly by the hand:
Page 369 - He stood, how long he knew not, but it seem'd An age—expectant, powerless, with his eyes Strain'd on the spot where first the figure gleam'd Then by degrees recall'd his energies, And would have pass'd the whole off as a dream, But could not wake ; he was, he did surmise, Waking already, and
Page 267 - marvelled as the aged hind With some strange tale bewitched my mind Of forayers, who, with headlong force, Down from that strength had spurred their horse, Their southern rapine to renew, Far in the distant Cheviot's blue, And,