Mosses from an Old Manse, Հատոր 1Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 559 էջ |
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... flowers , always fresh , and a bronze one containing graceful ferns . My books ( few , and by no means choice ; for they were chiefly such waifs as chance had thrown in my way ) stood in order about the room , seldom to be disturbed ...
... flowers , always fresh , and a bronze one containing graceful ferns . My books ( few , and by no means choice ; for they were chiefly such waifs as chance had thrown in my way ) stood in order about the room , seldom to be disturbed ...
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... flower derives its loveliness and perfume , springing as it does from the black mud over which the river sleeps , and where ... flowers to the daily life of others . - The reader must not , from any testimony of mine , contract a dislike ...
... flower derives its loveliness and perfume , springing as it does from the black mud over which the river sleeps , and where ... flowers to the daily life of others . - The reader must not , from any testimony of mine , contract a dislike ...
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... flower or worthless weed , - should plant it with their own hands , and nurse it from infancy to ma- turity altogether by their own care . If there be not too many of them , each individual plant becomes an - object of separate interest ...
... flower or worthless weed , - should plant it with their own hands , and nurse it from infancy to ma- turity altogether by their own care . If there be not too many of them , each individual plant becomes an - object of separate interest ...
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... flowers kindle their spiral flames and illuminate the dark nooks among the shrubbery . The pond - lily grows abundantly along the margin - that delicious flower , which , as Thoreau tells me , opens its virgin bosom to the first ...
... flowers kindle their spiral flames and illuminate the dark nooks among the shrubbery . The pond - lily grows abundantly along the margin - that delicious flower , which , as Thoreau tells me , opens its virgin bosom to the first ...
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... flowers , and that the next work of his never idle fingers must be to steal them one by one away . - I have forgotten whether the song of the cricket be not as early a token of autumn's approach as any other , that song which may be ...
... flowers , and that the next work of his never idle fingers must be to steal them one by one away . - I have forgotten whether the song of the cricket be not as early a token of autumn's approach as any other , that song which may be ...
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Adam Adam and Eve amid Aminadab Annie appeared Aylmer Beatrice beautiful behold beneath blaze bosom breast breath Bullfrog butterfly 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 Manse mind Monsieur du Miroir moral Mother Rigby mountain mystery nature never observed Old Manse once Owen Warland passed perhaps pipe poor Rappaccini 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 48 - Then why did you take me from my mother's side? You cannot love what shocks you!" To explain this conversation it must be mentioned that in the centre of Georgiana's left cheek there was a singular mark, deeply interwoven, as it were, with the texture and substance of her face. In the usual state of her complexion — a healthy though delicate bloom — the mark wore a tint of deeper crimson, which imperfectly defined its shape amid the surrounding rosiness. When she blushed it gradually became more...
Էջ 98 - While he still gazed upward into the deep arch of the firmament and had lifted his hands to pray, a cloud, though no wind was stirring, hurried across the zenith and hid the brightening stars. The blue sky was still visible, ex"3 cept directly overhead, where this black mass of cloud was sweeping swiftly northward.
Էջ 50 - It was the fatal flaw of humanity which Nature, in one shape or another, stamps ineffaceably on all her productions, either to imply that they are temporary and finite, or that their perfection must be wrought by toil and pain.
Էջ 22 - Throughout the summer, there were cherries and currants ; and then came Autumn, with his immense burden of apples, dropping them continually. from his overladen shoulders as he trudged along. In the stillest afternoon, if I listened, the thump of a great apple was audible, falling without a breath of wind, from the mere necessity of perfect ripeness.
Էջ 90 - Indian behind every tree,' said Goodman Brown to himself; and he glanced fearfully behind him as he added, 'What if the devil himself should be at my very elbow...
Էջ 105 - ... appetite for breakfast and meditate his sermon, and bestowed a blessing, as he passed, on Goodman Brown. He shrank from the venerable saint as if to avoid an anathema. Old Deacon Gookin was at domestic worship, and the holy words of his prayer were heard through the open window. "What God doth the wizard pray to?
Էջ 125 - For some purpose or other, this man of science is making a study of you. I know that look of his! It is the same that coldly illuminates his face as he bends over a bird, a mouse, or a butterfly, which, in pursuance of some experiment, he has killed by the perfume of a flower; a look as deep as Nature itself, but without Nature's warmth of love. Signor Giovanni, I will stake my life upon it, you are the subject of one of Rappaccini's experiments!" "Will you make a fool of me?" cried Giovanni passionately....
Էջ 49 - But if any shifting emotion caused her to turn pale, there was the mark again, a crimson stain upon the snow, in what Aylmer sometimes deemed an almost fearful distinctness. Its shape bore not a little similarity to the human hand, though of the smallest pygmy size.
Էջ 90 - 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,
Էջ 51 - Georgiana soon learned to shudder at his gaze. It needed but a glance with the peculiar expression that his face often wore to change the roses of her cheek into a death-like paleness, amid which the crimson hand was brought strongly out, like a bas-relief of ruby on the whitest marble.