The Edinburgh Monthly Review, 4. köideWaugh and Innes, 1820 |
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... Duchess Dowager of Portland , mother of the late Duke , a lady who had a particular friendship and value for her ; after which her time was spent with her Grace , between her country seat of Bulstrode and London . The let- ters , which ...
... Duchess Dowager of Portland , mother of the late Duke , a lady who had a particular friendship and value for her ; after which her time was spent with her Grace , between her country seat of Bulstrode and London . The let- ters , which ...
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... Duchess of Portland at Bulstrode , eight miles from Windsor , on the 12th of August 1778 , when his present Majes ... Duchess Dowager of Portland in his chair , and walked about admiring the beauties of the place . Breakfast was ...
... Duchess of Portland at Bulstrode , eight miles from Windsor , on the 12th of August 1778 , when his present Majes ... Duchess Dowager of Portland in his chair , and walked about admiring the beauties of the place . Breakfast was ...
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... Duchess Dowager of Portland brought Her Majesty a dish of tea on a waiter , with biscuits , which was what she chose ; after she had drank her tea , she would not return the cup to the Duchess , but got up and would carry it into the ...
... Duchess Dowager of Portland brought Her Majesty a dish of tea on a waiter , with biscuits , which was what she chose ; after she had drank her tea , she would not return the cup to the Duchess , but got up and would carry it into the ...
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... Duchess of Portland at Bulstrode , eight miles from Windsor , on the 12th of August 1778 , when his present Majes ... Duchess Dowager of Portland in his chair , and walked about admiring the beauties of the place . Breakfast was ...
... Duchess of Portland at Bulstrode , eight miles from Windsor , on the 12th of August 1778 , when his present Majes ... Duchess Dowager of Portland in his chair , and walked about admiring the beauties of the place . Breakfast was ...
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... Duchess Dowager of Portland brought Her Majesty a dish of tea on a waiter , with biscuits , which was what she chose ; after she had drank her tea , she would not return the cup to the Duchess , but got up and would carry it into the ...
... Duchess Dowager of Portland brought Her Majesty a dish of tea on a waiter , with biscuits , which was what she chose ; after she had drank her tea , she would not return the cup to the Duchess , but got up and would carry it into the ...
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Page 280 - ... of buttons down the sides, and bunches at the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load.
Page 281 - what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle!" He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean well-oiled fowling-piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel encrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten.
Page 288 - As he approached the stream his heart began to thump; he summoned up, however, all his resolution, gave his horse half a score of kicks in the ribs, and attempted to dash briskly across the bridge; but instead of starting forward, the perverse old animal made a lateral movement and ran broadside against the fence. Ichabod, whose fears increased with the delay, jerked the reins on the other side, and kicked lustily with the contrary foot; it was all in vain; his steed started, it is true, but it was...
Page 287 - ... he carried his whip perpendicularly in his hand, like a sceptre, and, as his horse jogged on, the motion of his arms was not unlike the flapping of a pair of wings. A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called ; and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out almost to the horse's tail.
Page 290 - If I can but reach that bridge," thought Ichabod, "I am safe." Just then he heard the black steed panting and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder...
Page 283 - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
Page 284 - ... voices, conning over their lessons, might be heard in a drowsy summer's day, like the hum of a bee-hive ; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in the tone of menace or command ; or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge. Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, that ever bore in mind the golden maxim, " Spare the rod and spoil the child.
Page 299 - Go to the Ant, thou Sluggard, consider her ways, and be wise: which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
Page 290 - An opening in the trees now cheered him with the hopes that the church bridge was at hand. The wavering reflection of a silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not mistaken. He saw the walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones's ghostly competitor had disappeared. "If I can but reach that bridge,
Page 288 - As Ichabod approached this fearful tree, he began to whistle: he thought his whistle was answered; it was but a blast sweeping sharply through the dry branches. As he approached a little nearer, he thought he saw something white, hanging in the midst of the tree; he paused and ceased whistling; but on looking more narrowly, perceived that it was a place where the tree had been scathed by lightning, and the white wood laid bare.