The Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Mosses from an old manse. [c1882Houghton, Mifflin, 1882 |
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... leaves . I took shame to myself for hav- ing been so long a writer of idle stories , and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue , and that I should light upon an intellectual treasure in ...
... leaves . I took shame to myself for hav- ing been so long a writer of idle stories , and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue , and that I should light upon an intellectual treasure in ...
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... leaves on the margin ; and the fragrant white pond - lily abounds , generally selecting a position just so far from the river's brink that it cannot be grasped save at the hazard of plunging in . It is a marvel whence this perfect ...
... leaves on the margin ; and the fragrant white pond - lily abounds , generally selecting a position just so far from the river's brink that it cannot be grasped save at the hazard of plunging in . It is a marvel whence this perfect ...
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... leaves , but turn- ing up their great yellow rotundities to the noontide sun . Gazing at them , I felt that by my agency some- thing worth living for had been done . A new sub- stance was born into the world . They were real and ...
... leaves , but turn- ing up their great yellow rotundities to the noontide sun . Gazing at them , I felt that by my agency some- thing worth living for had been done . A new sub- stance was born into the world . They were real and ...
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... leaves a whole cata- ract of water , to be shaken down at intervals by the frequent gusts of wind . All day long , and for a week together , the rain was drip - drip - dripping and splash- splash - splashing from the eaves , and ...
... leaves a whole cata- ract of water , to be shaken down at intervals by the frequent gusts of wind . All day long , and for a week together , the rain was drip - drip - dripping and splash- splash - splashing from the eaves , and ...
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... leaves and sighing waters , up gushed our talk like the babble of a fountain . The evanescent spray was Ellery's ; and his , too , the lumps of golden thought that lay glim- mering in the fountain's bed and brightened both our faces by ...
... leaves and sighing waters , up gushed our talk like the babble of a fountain . The evanescent spray was Ellery's ; and his , too , the lumps of golden thought that lay glim- mering in the fountain's bed and brightened both our faces by ...
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Adam Adam and Eve amid Aminadab Annie appeared Aylmer Beatrice beautiful behold beneath blaze bosom breath Bullfrog Celestial character cloud companion countenance cried dark death deep Dorcas dream earth earthly Elliston evil exclaimed eyes face faith fancy father Feathertop felt figure finger fire flame flowers forest garden gaze Georgiana Giovanni glance gleam glow Goodman Brown guest Hall of Fantasy hand head heart heaven human idea imagination lady leaves light living looked looking-glass Lord Byron man's mankind mind Monsieur du Miroir moral Mother Rigby mountain mystery nature never observed Old Manse once Owen Warland passed perhaps pipe poor Rappaccini RAPPACCINI'S DAUGHTER replied Reuben rich Roderick scarecrow seemed shadow shrub smile soul spirit stood strange sunshine thee thing thou thought tion trees truth Vanity Fair virtuoso voice wandering whole window withered woman words wrought young young Goodman Brown youth
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Страница 99 - Ha! ha! ha!" roared Goodman Brown when the wind laughed at him. "Let us hear which will laugh loudest. Think not to frighten me with your deviltry. Come witch, come wizard, come Indian powwow, come devil himself, and here comes Goodman Brown. You may as well fear him as he fear you.
Страница 98 - The next moment, so indistinct were the sounds, he doubted whether he had heard aught but the murmur of the old forest, whispering without a wind. Then came a stronger swell of those familiar tones, heard daily in the sunshine at Salem village, but never until now from a cloud of night. There...
Страница 115 - ... professor of medicine in the university, a physician of eminent repute, to whom Giovanni had brought a letter of introduction. The professor was an elderly personage, apparently of genial nature, and habits that might almost be called jovial. He kept the young man to dinner, and made...
Страница 89 - ... twixt now and sunrise. What, my sweet, pretty wife, dost thou doubt me already, and we but three months married?" "Then God bless you!" said Faith, with the pink ribbons; "and may you find all well when you come back.
Страница 147 - ... among the flowers of Eden. Farewell, Giovanni! Thy words of hatred are like lead within my heart, but they too will fall away as I ascend. Oh, was there not from the first more poison in thy nature than in mine?
Страница 139 - Yet, so thoroughly had she made herself felt by him as a simple, natural, most affectionate and guileless creature, that the image now held up by Professor Baglioni, looked as strange and incredible, as if it were not in accordance with his own original conception. True, there were ugly recollections connected with his first glimpses of the beautiful girl; he could not quite forget the bouquet that withered in her grasp, and the insect that perished amid the sunny air, by no ostensible agency save...
Страница 142 - There was an awful doom," she continued, "the effect of my father's fatal love of science, which estranged me from all society of my kind.
Страница 62 - ... achievements that had won renown for its author, was yet as melancholy a record as ever mortal hand had penned. It was the sad confession and continual exemplification of the shortcomings of the composite man, the spirit burdened with clay and working in matter, and of the despair that assails the higher nature at finding itself so miserably thwarted by the earthly part. Perhaps every man of genius in whatever sphere might recognize the image of his own experience in Aylmer's journal.
Страница 95 - Mingled with fine wheat and the fat of a new-born babe," said the shape of old Goodman Brown. "Ah, your worship knows the recipe," cried the old lady, cackling aloud. "So, as I was saying, being all ready for the meeting, and no horse to ride on, I made up my mind to foot it; for they tell me there is a nice young man to be taken into communion tonight. But now your good worship will lend me your arm, and we shall be there in a twinkling." "That can hardly be," answered her friend. "I may not spare...
Страница 50 - It was the fatal flaw of humanity which Nature, in one shape or another, stamps ineffaceably on all her productions, either to imply that they are temporary and finite, or that their perfection must be wrought by toil and pain.