The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, Том 2Houghton Mifflin, 1882 |
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... half asleep between the door of the house and the public highway were a kind of spiritual medium , seen through which the edifice had not quite the aspect of belonging to the material world . Certainly it had little in common with those ...
... half asleep between the door of the house and the public highway were a kind of spiritual medium , seen through which the edifice had not quite the aspect of belonging to the material world . Certainly it had little in common with those ...
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... half a century's growth of water moss ; for during that length of time the tramp of horses and human footsteps has ceased along this ancient high- way . The stream has here about the breadth of twenty strokes of a swimmer's arm , a ...
... half a century's growth of water moss ; for during that length of time the tramp of horses and human footsteps has ceased along this ancient high- way . The stream has here about the breadth of twenty strokes of a swimmer's arm , a ...
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... half hidden be- neath a sod ; it looks like nothing worthy of note ; but , if you have faith enough to pick it up , behold a relic ! Thoreau , who has a strange faculty of finding what the Indians have left behind them , first set me on ...
... half hidden be- neath a sod ; it looks like nothing worthy of note ; but , if you have faith enough to pick it up , behold a relic ! Thoreau , who has a strange faculty of finding what the Indians have left behind them , first set me on ...
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... half so real as these news paper scribblers and almanac makers had thrown off in the effervescence of a moment . The portrait re sponded not ; so I sought an answer for myself . It is the age itself that writes newspapers and almanacs ...
... half so real as these news paper scribblers and almanac makers had thrown off in the effervescence of a moment . The portrait re sponded not ; so I sought an answer for myself . It is the age itself that writes newspapers and almanacs ...
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... shady river - bank there are spots , marked with a heap of ashes and half - consumed brands , only less sacred in my remembrance than the hearth of a house hold fire . - - And yet how sweet , as we floated THE OLD MANSE . 35.
... shady river - bank there are spots , marked with a heap of ashes and half - consumed brands , only less sacred in my remembrance than the hearth of a house hold fire . - - And yet how sweet , as we floated THE OLD MANSE . 35.
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Страница 103 - ... minister and good old Deacon Gookin seized his arms and led him to the blazing rock. Thither came also the slender form of a veiled female, led between Goody Cloyse, that pious teacher of the catechism, and Martha Carrier, who had received the Devil's promise to be queen of hell. A rampant hag was she. And there stood the proselytes beneath the canopy of fire. "Welcome, my children," said the dark figure, "to the communion of your race.
Страница 103 - ... wealth ; and how fair damsels — blush not, sweet ones — have dug little graves in the garden, and bidden me, the sole guest, to an infant's funeral. By the sympathy of your human hearts for sin ye shall scent out all the places — whether in church, bedchamber, street, field, or...
Страница 65 - She felt how much more precious was such a sentiment than that meaner kind which would have borne with the imperfection for her sake, and have been guilty of treason to holy love by degrading its perfect idea to the level of the actual; and with her whole spirit she prayed that, for a single moment, she might satisfy his highest and deepest conception.
Страница 94 - Then Goody Cloyse knows her old friend?" observed the traveller, confronting her and leaning on his writhing stick. "Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship indeed?
Страница 22 - I listened, the thump of a great apple was audible, falling without a breath of wind, from the mere necessity of perfect ripeness.
Страница 79 - It was such a light as never illuminates the earth, save when a great heart burns as the household fire of a grand intellect. And who was he ? Who, but the Master Genius, for whom our country is looking anxiously into the mist of time, as destined to fulfil the great mission of creating an American literature, hewing it, as it were, out of the unwrought granite of our intellectual quarries. From him...
Страница 91 - ... features. Still they might have been taken for father and son. And yet, though the elder person was as simply clad as the younger, and as simple in manner too, he had an indescribable air of one who knew the world, and...
Страница 99 - Indians; while sometimes the wind tolled like a distant church bell, and sometimes gave a broad roar around the traveller, as if all Nature were laughing him to scorn. But he was himself the chief horror of the scene, and shrank not from its other horrors. "Ha! ha! ha!
Страница 90 - So they parted; and the young man pursued his way until, being about to turn the corner by the meeting-house, he looked back and saw the head of Faith still peeping after him with a melancholy air, in spite of her pink ribbons.
Страница 147 - What mean you, foolish girl ? Dost thou deem it misery to be endowed with marvellous gifts, against which no power nor strength could avail an enemy ? Misery, to be able to quell the mightiest with a breath ? Misery, to be as terrible as thou art beautiful ? Wouldst thou, then, have preferred the condition of a weak woman, exposed to all evil, and capable of none ?" " I would fain have been loved, not feared," murmured Beatrice, sinking down upon the ground.