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Nathaniel Hawthorne. COPYRIGHT , 1851 . BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE COPYRIGHT , 1879 . BY ROSE HAWTHORNE LATHROP . PREFACE . HE Author of TWICE - TOLD TALES has.
Nathaniel Hawthorne. COPYRIGHT , 1851 . BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE COPYRIGHT , 1879 . BY ROSE HAWTHORNE LATHROP . PREFACE . HE Author of TWICE - TOLD TALES has.
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... roses in spite of him , till the venerable thief appeared to have relinquished the spoil , as not worth the trouble of acquiring it . The approaching marriage of this woman of the world , with such an unworldly man as Mr. Ellenwood ...
... roses in spite of him , till the venerable thief appeared to have relinquished the spoil , as not worth the trouble of acquiring it . The approaching marriage of this woman of the world , with such an unworldly man as Mr. Ellenwood ...
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... rose , on the same stalk with two dewy buds ; such being the emblem of the widow between her fair young bridemaids . But her heroism was admirable . She had started with an irrepressible shudder , as if the stroke of the bell had fallen ...
... rose , on the same stalk with two dewy buds ; such being the emblem of the widow between her fair young bridemaids . But her heroism was admirable . She had started with an irrepressible shudder , as if the stroke of the bell had fallen ...
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... rose into her cheeks as she intimated the nature of the rumors that were already abroad in the village . But Mr. Hooper's mildness did not forsake him . He even smiled again , that same sad smile , which always appeared like a faint ...
... rose into her cheeks as she intimated the nature of the rumors that were already abroad in the village . But Mr. Hooper's mildness did not forsake him . He even smiled again , that same sad smile , which always appeared like a faint ...
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... roses in her lap , of a more vivid hue than the tender buds of Spring . But May , or her mirthful spirit , dwelt all the year round at Merry Mount , sporting with the Summer months , and revelling with Autumn , and basking in the glow ...
... roses in her lap , of a more vivid hue than the tender buds of Spring . But May , or her mirthful spirit , dwelt all the year round at Merry Mount , sporting with the Summer months , and revelling with Autumn , and basking in the glow ...
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appeared awful behold beneath black veil bosom breath bright Carbuncle Catharine child church cloud countenance cried Crystal Hills dance dark David Swan dead death Dominicus Pike door Dorothy dream earth Elinor Ellenwood eyes face faint fancy father feeling fountain Fountain of Youth friends gaze gentleman girl glance gleam gloom grave gray hand hath head heart heaven Heidegger Higginbotham hill Hooper Ilbrahim Kimballton lady light little Annie look Maypole Medbourne melancholy Merry Mount mind mirth moral morning mystery ness never night painter Parker's Falls passed Pearson pedler perhaps picture portraits prayer Puritan Quaker replied rose round scene seemed shade shadow Sir Edmund Andros smile sorrow soul spirit stood strange street sunshine sweet thee thou thought town crier Town Pump turned TWICE-TOLD TALES visage voice Wakefield wander whispered whole widow wife wild wilderness withered woman young youth
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Page 23 - And when our fathers were toiling at the breastwork on Bunker's Hill, all through that night the old warrior walked his rounds. Long, long may it be, ere he comes again ! His hour is one of darkness, and adversity, and peril. But should domestic tyranny oppress us, or the invader's step pollute our soil, still may the Gray Champion come, for he is the type of New England's hereditary spirit ; and his shadowy march, on the eve of danger, must ever be the pledge, that New England's sons will vindicate...
Page 153 - Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another, and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever.
Page 156 - ... the truth, will my nose be anxious for a closer intimacy, till the fumes of your breath be a little less potent. Mercy on you, man! The water absolutely hisses down your red-hot gullet, and is converted quite to steam, in the miniature tophet, which you mistake for a stomach.
Page 244 - Man must not disclaim his brotherhood, even with the guiltiest, since, though his hand be clean, his heart has surely been polluted by the flitting phantoms of iniquity.
Page 154 - A RILL FROM THE TOWN PUMP. (SCENE. — The corner of two principal streets.* PUMP talking through its nose.) The TOWN IJOON, by the North clock ! Noon, by the east ! High noon, too, by these hot sunbeams, which fall, scarcely aslope, upon my head, and almost make the water bubble and smoke, in the trough under my nose. Truly, we public characters have a tough time of it ! And, among all the town officers, chosen at March meeting, where is he that sustains, for a single year, the burden of such manifold...
Page 71 - Their darksome figures were intermixed with the wild shapes of their foes, and made the scene a picture of the moment, when waking thoughts start up amid the scattered fantasies of a dream.
Page 253 - There, in fact, stood the four glasses, brimful of this wonderful water, the delicate spray of which, as it effervesced from the surface, resembled the tremulous glitter of diamonds. It was now so nearly sunset, that the chamber had grown...
Page v - He was, for a good many years, the obscurest man of letters in America. These stories were published in magazines and annuals, extending over a period of ten or twelve years, and comprising the whole of the writer's young manhood, without making (so far as he has ever been aware) the slightest impression on the public. One or two among them, the
Page 155 - ... throat, if it be as thick there as it is on your cowhide shoes. I see that you have trudged half a score of miles to-day ; and, like a wise man, have passed by the taverns, and stopped at the running brooks and well-curbs.
Page 255 - Yet, by a strange deception, owing to the duskiness of the chamber, and the antique dresses which they still •wore, the tall mirror is said to have reflected the figures the three old, gray, withered grandsires, ridiculously contending for the skinny ugliness of a shrivelled grandam. But they were young : their burning passions proved them so. Inflamed to madness by the coquetry of the girl-widow, who neither granted nor quite withheld her favors, the three rivals began to interchange threatening...