The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, Том 2Houghton Mifflin, 1882 |
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... seemed murderous to slay a brother man . This one circumstance has borne more fruit for me than all that history tells us of the fight . Many strangers come in the summer time to view the battle - ground . For my own part , I have never ...
... seemed murderous to slay a brother man . This one circumstance has borne more fruit for me than all that history tells us of the fight . Many strangers come in the summer time to view the battle - ground . For my own part , I have never ...
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... between a feather and a lump of lead ; but , intellectually regarded , the specific gravity of old and new was about upon a par . Both also were alike frigid . The elder books , nevertheless , seemed to THE OLD MANSE . 29.
... between a feather and a lump of lead ; but , intellectually regarded , the specific gravity of old and new was about upon a par . Both also were alike frigid . The elder books , nevertheless , seemed to THE OLD MANSE . 29.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne, Hawthorne. frigid . The elder books , nevertheless , seemed to have been earnestly written , and might be conceived to have possessed warmth at some former period ; although , with the lapse of time , the heated ...
Nathaniel Hawthorne, Hawthorne. frigid . The elder books , nevertheless , seemed to have been earnestly written , and might be conceived to have possessed warmth at some former period ; although , with the lapse of time , the heated ...
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... ing out our meal on a mossgrown log , all seemed in unison with the river gliding by and the foliage rustling over us . And , what was strangest , neither did our mirth seem to disturb the propriety of the 84 MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE .
... ing out our meal on a mossgrown log , all seemed in unison with the river gliding by and the foliage rustling over us . And , what was strangest , neither did our mirth seem to disturb the propriety of the 84 MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE .
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... seemed to me tha all the arti- fice and conventionalism of life was but an impalpable thinness upon its surface , and that the depth below was none the worse for it . Once , as we turned our boat to the bank , there was a cloud , in the ...
... seemed to me tha all the arti- fice and conventionalism of life was but an impalpable thinness upon its surface , and that the depth below was none the worse for it . Once , as we turned our boat to the bank , there was a cloud , in the ...
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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.