Mosses from an old manse, Страница 1Wiley & Putnam, 6, Waterloo Place, 1846 |
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... meets . A blessing is flung abroad , and scattered far and wide over the earth , to be gathered up by all who choose . I recline upon the still unwithered grass , and whisper to myself : - " Oh , perfect day ! —Oh , beautiful world ...
... meets . A blessing is flung abroad , and scattered far and wide over the earth , to be gathered up by all who choose . I recline upon the still unwithered grass , and whisper to myself : - " Oh , perfect day ! —Oh , beautiful world ...
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... meet him in the wood - paths , or sometimes in our avenue , with that pure , intellectual gleam diffused about his presence , like the garment of a shining one ; and he so quiet , so simple , so without pretension , encountering each ...
... meet him in the wood - paths , or sometimes in our avenue , with that pure , intellectual gleam diffused about his presence , like the garment of a shining one ; and he so quiet , so simple , so without pretension , encountering each ...
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... meet and welcome him . " Venerable sir , " said the Man of Fancy , bending to the floor , " the honor of this visit would never be forgotten , were my term of existence to be as happily prolonged as your own . " The old gentleman ...
... meet and welcome him . " Venerable sir , " said the Man of Fancy , bending to the floor , " the honor of this visit would never be forgotten , were my term of existence to be as happily prolonged as your own . " The old gentleman ...
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... meet the eye of that good old man , our minister , at Salem village ? Oh , his voice would make me tremble , both Sabbath - day and lecture - day ! " Thus far , the elder traveller had listened with due gravity , but now burst into a ...
... meet the eye of that good old man , our minister , at Salem village ? Oh , his voice would make me tremble , both Sabbath - day and lecture - day ! " Thus far , the elder traveller had listened with due gravity , but now burst into a ...
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... meet the minister , in his morning - walk , nor shrink from the eye of good old Deacon Gookin . And what calm sleep would be his , that very night , which was to have been spent so wickedly , but purely and sweetly now , in the arms of ...
... meet the minister , in his morning - walk , nor shrink from the eye of good old Deacon Gookin . And what calm sleep would be his , that very night , which was to have been spent so wickedly , but purely and sweetly now , in the arms of ...
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acquainted amid Aminadab Apollyon ash trees aspect Aylmer Baglioni Beatrice beautiful behold beneath birth-mark blaze bosom breath bright Bullfrog burthen calash Celestial City cheek clouds cried dark deem deep Doctor Rappaccini dream du Miroir earth earthly exclaimed eyes face Faith fancy fingers flowers foliage fountain garden gaze Georgiana Giovanni glance gleam glow Goodman Brown grew Guasconti guest Hall of Fantasy hand heart Heaven human husband imagination leaves light living lofty looked man's mankind mind Miroir moral murmured NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nature never observe Old Manse Oldest Inhabitant passed perfect perhaps pilgrims plant poison Professor replied rich river Salem village seemed shadow shrub Signor smile Smooth-it-away soul spirit stood strange sunshine thee thing thou thought tion trees truth University of Padua Vanity Fair voice whispered whole wife window withered woman wonderful woods wrought young young Goodman Brown youth
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Страница 79 - ... full upon his eyes. At one extremity of an open space, hemmed in by the dark wall of the forest, arose a rock, bearing some rude, natural resemblance either to an altar or a pulpit and surrounded by four blazing pines, their tops aflame, their stems untouched, like candles at an evening meeting.
Страница 34 - Georgiana's lovers were wont to say that some fairy at her birth hour had laid her tiny hand upon the infant's cheek, and left this impress there in token of the magic endowments that were to give her such sway over all hearts.
Страница 74 - Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship indeed?' cried the good dame. 'Yea, truly is it, and in the very image of my old gossip, Goodman Brown, the grandfather of the silly fellow that now is. But — would your worship believe it? — my broomstick hath strangely disappeared, stolen, as I suspect, by that unhanged witch, Goody Cory, and that, too, when I was all anointed with the juice of smallage, and cinquefoil, and wolf's bane — ' 'Mingled with fine wheat and the fat of a new-born babe said the...
Страница 108 - ... what singular fragrance is this in your apartment? Is it the perfume of your gloves? It is faint, but delicious; and yet, after all, by no means agreeable. Were I to breathe it long, methinks it would make me ill. It is like the breath of a flower; but I see no flowers in the chamber.
Страница 100 - His withered guide led him along several obscure passages, and finally undid a door, through which, as it was opened, there came the sight and sound of rustling leaves, with the broken sunshine glimmering among them. Giovanni stepped forth, and, forcing himself through the entanglement of a shrub that wreathed its tendrils over the hidden entrance, stood beneath his own window in the open area of Dr.
Страница 83 - Be it so if you will; but, alas! it was a dream of evil omen for young Goodman Brown. A stern, a sad, a darkly meditative, a distrustful, if not a desperate man did he become from the night of that fearful dream.
Страница 47 - Why did you hesitate to tell me this?" asked she. "Because, Georgiana," said Aylmer, in a low voice, "there is danger." "Danger? There is but one danger — that this horrible stigma shall be left upon my cheek!" cried Georgiana. "Remove it, remove it, whatever be the cost, or we shall both go mad !" "Heaven knows your words are too true," said Aylmer, sadly. "And now, dearest, return to your boudoir. In a little while all will be tested.
Страница 83 - On the Sabbath day, when the congregation were singing a holy psalm, he could not listen because an anthem of sin rushed loudly upon his ear and drowned all the blessed strain. When the minister spoke from the pulpit with power and fervid eloquence, and, with his hand on the open Bible, of the sacred truths of our religion, and of saintlike lives and triumphant deaths, and of future bliss or misery unutterable, then did Goodman Brown torn pale, dreading lest the roof should thunder down upon the...
Страница 104 - Her spirit gushed out before him like a fresh rill that was just catching its first glimpse of the sunlight and wondering at the reflections of earth and sky which were flung into its bosom. There came thoughts, too, from a deep source, and fantasies of a gemlike brilliancy, as if diamonds and rubies sparkled upward among the bubbles of the fountain.
Страница 51 - The fatal hand had grappled with the mystery of life, and was the bond by which an angelic spirit kept itself in union with a mortal frame, As the last crimson tint of the birthmark— that sole token of human imperfection -faded from her cheek, the parting breath of the now perfect woman passed into the atmosphere, and her soul, lingering a moment near her husband, took its heavenward flight.