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" He sat by himself, with a glass of port wine negus, and a spoon; sipping and stirring, and meditating and sipping, until nothing was left but the spoon. He gradually fell asleep bolt upright in his chair, with the empty glass standing before him; and... "
The Album - 413. oldal
1822
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The Literary melange; or, Weekly register of literature and the arts

1822 - 522 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him ; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long and black, and cabbaged at the...chamber. The gloom that now prevailed was contagious almost ; around hung the shapeless and _jt spectral box-coats of departed travellers, long since hurried...

The Laughing Philosopher: Being the Entire Works of Momus, Jester of Olympus ...

John Bull - 1825 - 782 oldal
...fall asleep too, fur the wick grew longand black, nd cabbaged at the end, and dimmed the little ight that remained in the chamber. The gloom that now prevailed was contagious. Around hong the shapeless and almost spectral box-coats of departed travellers, long since buried in deep...

The Good-fellow's Calendar, and Almanack of Perpetual Jocularity: Containing ...

1826 - 360 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long and black, and cabbaged at the...breathings of the sleeping toper, and the drippings of the rain,—drop—drop—drop,— from the eaves of the house. The church-bells chimed midnight. All at...

The American Common-place Book of Prose: A Collection of Eloquent and ...

1832 - 478 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him ; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at the...hung the shapeless and almost spectral box-coats of the travellers, long since buried in deep sleep. I only heard the ticking of the clock, with the deep-drawn...

Bracebridge Hall; Or, The Humorists. A Medley, 1. kötet

Washington Irving - 1835 - 274 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him ; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at the...the little light that remained in the chamber. The globm that now prevailed was contagious. Around hung the shapeless, and almost spectral, boicoats of...

The author

Washington Irving - 1835 - 276 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at the end, and dimmed the little Mght that remained in the chamber. • The gloom that now prevailed was contagious. Around hung the...

The Cabinet of Literary Gems: Selected Beauties from the Best Authors ...

B. Bowing - 1840 - 436 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him ; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at the...deep-drawn breathings of the sleeping toper, and the dripping of the rain, drop — drop — drop, from the eaves of the house. The church bells chimed...

Bracebridge Hall: Or, the Humorists

Washington Irving - 1845 - 412 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him ; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long and black, and cabbaged at the...of the clock, with the deep-drawn breathings of the sleepy toper, and the drippings of the rain, drop, drop, drop, from the eaves of the house. The church...

Contributions to the Edinburgh Review, 3. kötet

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 756 oldal
...his chair, with the empty glass standing before him; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too! for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at the...the sleeping toper, and the drippings of the rain, drop—drop—drop, from the eaves of the house." — vol. ip 112—130. ,The whole description of...

Contributions to the Edinburgh Review: Novels, tales, and prose works of fiction

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 754 oldal
...glass standing before him; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too! for the wick grew long, and Hack, and cabbaged at the end, and dimmed the little light...travellers, long since buried in deep sleep. I only beard tbe ticking of the clock, with the deep-drawn breathings of the sleeping toper, and the drippings...




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