Mosses from an Old Manse, Страница 2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 "Mosses from an Old Manse" is Nathaniel Hawthorne' s second story collection, first published in 1846 in two volumes and featuring sketches and tales written over a span of more than twenty years, including such classics as " Young Goodman Brown, " " The Birthmark, " and " Rappaccini' s Daughter." Herman Melville deemed Hawthorne the American Shakespeare, and Henry James wrote that his early tales possess " the element of simple genius, the quality of imagination. That is the real charm of Hawthorne' s writing-- this purity and spontaneity and naturalness of fancy." |
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... thoughts , as well as with rustling leaves . I took shame to myself for having been so long a writer of idle stories ... thought ; —these were the works that might fitly have flowed from such a retirement . In the humblest event , I ...
... thoughts , as well as with rustling leaves . I took shame to myself for having been so long a writer of idle stories ... thought ; —these were the works that might fitly have flowed from such a retirement . In the humblest event , I ...
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... thoughts through a peaceful heart . We will not , then , malign our river as gross and impure , while it can glorify itself with so adequate a picture of the Heaven that broods above it ; or , if we remember its tawny hue and the ...
... thoughts through a peaceful heart . We will not , then , malign our river as gross and impure , while it can glorify itself with so adequate a picture of the Heaven that broods above it ; or , if we remember its tawny hue and the ...
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... thought , and betokening a sensitive and impressible nature , rather than a hardened one — the boy uplifted his axe , and dealt the wounded soldier a fierce and fatal blow upon the head . I could wish that the grave might be opened ...
... thought , and betokening a sensitive and impressible nature , rather than a hardened one — the boy uplifted his axe , and dealt the wounded soldier a fierce and fatal blow upon the head . I could wish that the grave might be opened ...
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... thought of time . The usually mirrored surface of the river was blurred by an infinity of rain - drops . The whole land- scape had a completely water - soaked appearance , conveying the impression that the earth was wet through , like a ...
... thought of time . The usually mirrored surface of the river was blurred by an infinity of rain - drops . The whole land- scape had a completely water - soaked appearance , conveying the impression that the earth was wet through , like a ...
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... thought , which should burn like a coal of fire , or glow like an inextinguishable gem , beneath the dead trumpery that had long hidden it . But I found no such treasure ; all was dead alike ; and I could not but muse deeply and ...
... thought , which should burn like a coal of fire , or glow like an inextinguishable gem , beneath the dead trumpery that had long hidden it . But I found no such treasure ; all was dead alike ; and I could not but muse deeply and ...
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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 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 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 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 76 - While he still gazed upward into the deep arch of the firmament and had lifted his hands to pray, a cloud, though no wind was stirring, hurried across the zenith and hid the brightening stars. The blue sky was still visible, ex"3 cept directly overhead, where this black mass of cloud was sweeping swiftly northward.
Страница 82 - Far more than this. It shall be yours to penetrate, in every bosom, the deep mystery of sin, the fountain of all wicked arts, and which inexhaustibly supplies more evil impulses than human power — than my power at its utmost — can make manifest in deeds.
Страница 83 - A stern, a sad, a darkly meditative, a distrustful, if not a desperate man, did he become, from the night of that fearful dream. 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.
Страница 75 - ... discoursing so aptly that his arguments seemed rather to spring up in the bosom of his auditor than to be suggested by himself. As they went, he plucked a branch of maple to serve for a walking stick, and began to strip it of the twigs and little boughs, which were wet with evening dew. The moment his fingers touched them they became strangely withered and dried up as with a week's sunshine. Thus the pair proceeded, at a good free pace, until suddenly, in a gloomy hollow of the road, Goodman...
Страница 111 - Throughout Giovanni's whole acquaintance with Beatrice, he had occasionally, as we have said, been haunted by dark surmises as to her character. 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;...
Страница 38 - Aminadab!" shouted Aylmer, stamping violently on the floor. Forthwith there issued from an inner apartment a man of low stature, but bulky frame, with shaggy hair hanging about his visage, which was grimed with the vapors of the furnace. This personage had been Aylmer's...
Страница 110 - Baglioni laid a small, exquisitely wrought silver vial on the table and withdrew, leaving what he had said to produce its effect upon the young man's mind. "We will thwart Rappaccini yet," thought he, chuckling to himself as he descended the stairs; "but, let us confess the truth of him, he is a wonderful man, — a wonderful man indeed; a vile empiric...