Mosses from an old manse, صفحة 1Wiley & Putnam, 6, Waterloo Place, 1846 |
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... head , as it were , into the domestic circle . From these quiet windows , the figures of passing travellers looked too remote and dim to disturb the sense of privacy . In its near retirement , and accessible seclusion , it was the very ...
... head , as it were , into the domestic circle . From these quiet windows , the figures of passing travellers looked too remote and dim to disturb the sense of privacy . In its near retirement , and accessible seclusion , it was the very ...
الصفحة 2
... head seemed shadowy with solemn thoughts , as well as with rustling leaves . I took shame to myself for having been so long a writer of idle stories , and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the ...
... head seemed shadowy with solemn thoughts , as well as with rustling leaves . I took shame to myself for having been so long a writer of idle stories , and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the ...
الصفحة 3
... head of one of Raphael's Madonnas , and two pleasant little pictures of the Lake of Como . The only other decorations were a purple vase of flowers , always fresh , and a bronze one containing graceful ferns . My books ( few , and by no ...
... head of one of Raphael's Madonnas , and two pleasant little pictures of the Lake of Como . The only other decorations were a purple vase of flowers , always fresh , and a bronze one containing graceful ferns . My books ( few , and by no ...
الصفحة 6
... head , and another at the foot - the grave of two British soldiers , who were slain in the skirmish , and have ever since slept peacefully where Zechariah Brown and Thomas Davis buried them . Soon was their warfare ended ; —a weary ...
... head , and another at the foot - the grave of two British soldiers , who were slain in the skirmish , and have ever since slept peacefully where Zechariah Brown and Thomas Davis buried them . Soon was their warfare ended ; —a weary ...
الصفحة 7
... head . upon I could wish that the grave might be opened ; for I would fain know whether either of the skeleton soldiers has the mark of an axe in his skull . The story comes home to me like truth . Oftentimes , as an intellectual and ...
... head . upon I could wish that the grave might be opened ; for I would fain know whether either of the skeleton soldiers has the mark of an axe in his skull . The story comes home to me like truth . Oftentimes , as an intellectual and ...
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acquainted amid Aminadab Apollyon ash trees aspect Aylmer Baglioni Beatrice beautiful behold beneath birth-mark blaze bosom breath bright Bullfrog burthen calash Celestial City cheek clouds cried dark deem deep Doctor Rappaccini dream du Miroir earth earthly exclaimed eyes face Faith fancy fingers flowers foliage fountain garden gaze Georgiana Giovanni glance gleam glow Goodman Brown grew Guasconti guest Hall of Fantasy hand heart Heaven human husband imagination leaves light living lofty looked man's mankind mind Miroir moral murmured NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nature never observe Old Manse Oldest Inhabitant passed perfect perhaps pilgrims plant poison Professor replied rich river Salem village seemed shadow shrub Signor smile Smooth-it-away soul spirit stood strange sunshine thee thing thou thought tion trees truth University of Padua Vanity Fair voice whispered whole wife window withered woman wonderful woods wrought young young Goodman Brown youth
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.