The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, Հատոր 2Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1882 |
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... mere necessity of perfect ripeness . And , be- sides , there were pear - trees , that flung down . bushels upon bushels of heavy pears ; and peach - trees , which , in a good year , tormented me with peaches , neither to be eaten nor ...
... mere necessity of perfect ripeness . And , be- sides , there were pear - trees , that flung down . bushels upon bushels of heavy pears ; and peach - trees , which , in a good year , tormented me with peaches , neither to be eaten nor ...
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... merely the squeamish love of the beautiful was gratified by my toil in the kitchen garden . There was a hearty enjoyment , likewise , in observing the growth of the crook - necked winter squashes , from the first little bulb , with the ...
... merely the squeamish love of the beautiful was gratified by my toil in the kitchen garden . There was a hearty enjoyment , likewise , in observing the growth of the crook - necked winter squashes , from the first little bulb , with the ...
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... mere force of the boatman's will seems sufficient to propel his craft against it . It comes flowing softly through the mid- most privacy and deepest heart of a wood which whis- pers it to be quiet ; while the stream whispers back again ...
... mere force of the boatman's will seems sufficient to propel his craft against it . It comes flowing softly through the mid- most privacy and deepest heart of a wood which whis- pers it to be quiet ; while the stream whispers back again ...
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... merely by the knowledge that it was there . But the chief profit of those wild days to him and me lay , not in any definite idea , not in any angular or rounded truth , which we dug cut of the shapeless mass of prob- lematical stuff ...
... merely by the knowledge that it was there . But the chief profit of those wild days to him and me lay , not in any definite idea , not in any angular or rounded truth , which we dug cut of the shapeless mass of prob- lematical stuff ...
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... mere breath - when it is made up of a heavenly breeze like this ! It comes with a real kiss upon our cheeks ; it would linger fondly around us if it might ; but , since it must be gone , it embraces us with its whole kindly heart and ...
... mere breath - when it is made up of a heavenly breeze like this ! It comes with a real kiss upon our cheeks ; it would linger fondly around us if it might ; but , since it must be gone , it embraces us with its whole kindly heart and ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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?
Էջ 22 - I listened, the thump of a great apple was audible, falling without a breath of wind, from the mere necessity of perfect ripeness.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.