The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, Հատոր 2Houghton Mifflin, 1882 |
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... took shame to myself for hav- ing been so long a writer of idle stories , and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue , and that I should light apon an intellectual treasure in the Old ...
... took shame to myself for hav- ing been so long a writer of idle stories , and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue , and that I should light apon an intellectual treasure in the Old ...
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... took the place of the thick and heavy volumes of past time . In a physical point of view there was much the same dif- ference as between a feather and a lump of lead ; but , intellectually regarded , the specific gravity of old and new ...
... took the place of the thick and heavy volumes of past time . In a physical point of view there was much the same dif- ference as between a feather and a lump of lead ; but , intellectually regarded , the specific gravity of old and new ...
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... took a more deliberate siesta on the sofa , or were seen stretched among the shadows of the orchard , looking up dreamily through the boughs . They could not have paid a more acceptable compliment to my abode , nor to my own qualities ...
... took a more deliberate siesta on the sofa , or were seen stretched among the shadows of the orchard , looking up dreamily through the boughs . They could not have paid a more acceptable compliment to my abode , nor to my own qualities ...
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... took upon themselves to be impor- tant agents of the world's destiny , yet were simply bores of a very intense water . Such , I imagine , is the invariable character of persons who crowd so closely about an original thinker as to draw ...
... took upon themselves to be impor- tant agents of the world's destiny , yet were simply bores of a very intense water . Such , I imagine , is the invariable character of persons who crowd so closely about an original thinker as to draw ...
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... took me by the hand , and — an oddity of dispensation which , I trust , there is no irreverence in smiling at- has led me , as the newspapers announce while I am writing , from the Old Manse into a custom house . As a story teller , I ...
... took me by the hand , and — an oddity of dispensation which , I trust , there is no irreverence in smiling at- has led me , as the newspapers announce while I am writing , from the Old Manse into a custom house . As a story teller , I ...
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The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, Հատոր 2 Nathaniel Hawthorne,Hawthorne Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1882 |
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Adam Adam and Eve amid Aminadab Annie Aylmer Beatrice beautiful behold beneath blaze bosom breast breath Bullfrog Celestial character cloud companion cried dark death deep Dorcas dream earth earthly Elliston evil exclaimed eyes face faith fancy father Feathertop felt figure fire flame flowers forest garden gaze Georgiana Giovanni glance gleam glow Goodman Brown guest Hall of Fantasy hand head heart heaven human idea imagination lady leaves light living looked looking-glass Lord Byron man's mankind mind Monsieur du Miroir moral Mother Rigby mountain mystery nature never observed Old Manse once Owen Warland P.'S CORRESPONDENCE passed perhaps pipe poor Rappaccini RAPPACCINI'S DAUGHTER replied Reuben rich Roderick scarecrow seemed shadow shrub smile soul spirit stood strange sunshine thee thing thou thought tion trees truth Vanity Fair virtuoso voice wandering whole window withered woman words wrought young young Goodman Brown youth
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Էջ 131 - True, there were ugly recollections connected with his first glimpses of the beautiful girl: he could not quite forget the bouquet that withered in her grasp, and the insect that perished amid the sunny air by no ostensible agency save the fragrance of her breath. These incidents, however, dissolving in the pure light of her character, had no longer the efficacy of facts, but were acknowledged as mistaken fantasies, by whatever testimony of the senses they might appear to be substantiated.
Էջ 11 - ... contracted as it had been before the long custom of war had robbed human life of its sanctity, and while it still 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.
Էջ 82 - His head being turned back, he passed a crook of the road, and, looking forward again, beheld the figure of a man, in grave and decent attire, seated at the foot of an old tree. He arose at Goodman Brown's approach and walked onward side by side with him. " You are late, Goodman Brown," said he. " The clock of the Old South was striking as I came through Boston, and that is full fifteen minutes agone.
Էջ 96 - 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. And now, my children, look upon each other.
Էջ 119 - ... man's brain, only slightly or not at all connected with his heart. He paused, hesitated, turned half about, but again went on. 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...
Էջ 127 - And what was that?" asked Giovanni, turning his eyes downward to avoid those of the professor. "That this lovely woman," continued Baglioni, with emphasis, "had been nourished with poisons from her birth upward, until her whole nature was so imbued with them that she herself had become the deadliest poison in existence. Poison was her element of life.
Էջ 113 - there are pure and healthful flowers. Wear them for the sake of Giovanni Guasconti." "Thanks, signor," replied Beatrice, with her rich voice, that came forth as it were like a gush of music, and with a mirthful expression half childish and half woman-like. "I accept your gift, and would fain recompense it with this precious purple flower; but if I toss it into the air it will not reach you. So Signor Guasconti must even content himself with my thanks.
Էջ 526 - When the artist rose * high enough to achieve the beautiful, the symbol by which he made it perceptible to mortal senses became of little value in his eyes while his spirit possessed itself in the enjoyment of the reality.
Էջ 127 - ... them— had never been waved against him by a breeze. On the few occasions when Giovanni had seemed tempted to overstep the limit, Beatrice grew so sad, so stern, and withal wore such a look of desolate separation, shuddering at itself, that not a spoken word was requisite to repel him. At such times he was startled at the horrible suspicions "that rose, monster-like, out of the caverns of his heart and stared him in the face; his love grew thin and faint as the morning mist, his doubts alone...
Էջ 139 - To Beatrice, — so radically had her earthly part been wrought upon by Rappaccini's skill, — as poison had been life, so the powerful antidote was death; and thus the poor victim of man's ingenuity and of thwarted nature, and of the fatality that attends all such efforts of perverted wisdom, perished there, at the feet of her father and Giovanni.