Mosses from an old manse, Էջ 1Wiley & Putnam, 6, Waterloo Place, 1846 |
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... imagination much excited by this , or any other scene of historic celebrity ; nor would the placid margin of the river have lost any of its charm for me , had men never fought and died there . There is a wilder interest in the tract of ...
... imagination much excited by this , or any other scene of historic celebrity ; nor would the placid margin of the river have lost any of its charm for me , had men never fought and died there . There is a wilder interest in the tract of ...
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... imagination , that we remember them as humorists and odd fellows . And what is more melancholy than the old apple - trees , that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead , but where there is now only a ruined chimney , rising ...
... imagination , that we remember them as humorists and odd fellows . And what is more melancholy than the old apple - trees , that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead , but where there is now only a ruined chimney , rising ...
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... imagination . It is sheltered from the breeze by woods and a hillside ; so that elsewhere there might be a hurricane , and here scarcely a ripple across the shaded water . The current lingers along so gently , that the mere force of the ...
... imagination . It is sheltered from the breeze by woods and a hillside ; so that elsewhere there might be a hurricane , and here scarcely a ripple across the shaded water . The current lingers along so gently , that the mere force of the ...
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... imagination , the spirit , and even the heart , might all find their congenial aliment in pursuits which , as some of their ardent votaries believed , would ascend from one step of powerful intelligence to another , until the ...
... imagination , the spirit , and even the heart , might all find their congenial aliment in pursuits which , as some of their ardent votaries believed , would ascend from one step of powerful intelligence to another , until the ...
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... imagination was not long in rendering the birth- mark a frightful object , causing him more trouble and horror than ever Georgiana's beauty , whether of soul or sense , had given him delight . At all the seasons which should have been ...
... imagination was not long in rendering the birth- mark a frightful object , causing him more trouble and horror than ever Georgiana's beauty , whether of soul or sense , had given him delight . At all the seasons which should have been ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.