Twice-told Tales, Volume 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1861 |
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... ANNIE'S RAMBLE 67 83 128 146 - WAKEFIELD A RILL FROM THE TOWN PUMP · 157 170 THE GREAT CARBUNCLE 179 THE PROPHETIC PICTURES 200 DAVID SWAN . 220 · SIGHTS FROM A STEEPLE 229 THE HOLLOW OF THE THREE HILLS 239 THE TOLL - GATHERER'S DAY 246 ...
... ANNIE'S RAMBLE 67 83 128 146 - WAKEFIELD A RILL FROM THE TOWN PUMP · 157 170 THE GREAT CARBUNCLE 179 THE PROPHETIC PICTURES 200 DAVID SWAN . 220 · SIGHTS FROM A STEEPLE 229 THE HOLLOW OF THE THREE HILLS 239 THE TOLL - GATHERER'S DAY 246 ...
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... since which melancholy event , Dominicus Pike has removed from Kimballton , and established a large tobacco manufactory in my native village . LITTLE ANNIE'S RAMBLE . DING - DONG ! Ding - MR . HIGGINBOTHAM'S CATASTROPHE . 145.
... since which melancholy event , Dominicus Pike has removed from Kimballton , and established a large tobacco manufactory in my native village . LITTLE ANNIE'S RAMBLE . DING - DONG ! Ding - MR . HIGGINBOTHAM'S CATASTROPHE . 145.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne. LITTLE ANNIE'S RAMBLE . DING - DONG ! Ding - dong ! Ding - dong ! The town crier has rung his bell , at a distant cor- ner , and little Annie stands on her father's door- steps , trying to hear what the man with the ...
Nathaniel Hawthorne. LITTLE ANNIE'S RAMBLE . DING - DONG ! Ding - dong ! Ding - dong ! The town crier has rung his bell , at a distant cor- ner , and little Annie stands on her father's door- steps , trying to hear what the man with the ...
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... Annie ; for I delight to let my mind go hand in hand with the mind of a sinless child . So , come , Annie ; but if I moralize as we go , do not listen to me ; only look about you , and be merry ! Here are hacks with Now we turn the ...
... Annie ; for I delight to let my mind go hand in hand with the mind of a sinless child . So , come , Annie ; but if I moralize as we go , do not listen to me ; only look about you , and be merry ! Here are hacks with Now we turn the ...
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... Annie , whose feet begin to move in unison with the lively tune , as if she were loath that music should be wasted without a dance . But where would Annie find a partner ? Some have the gout in their toes , or the rheumatism in their ...
... Annie , whose feet begin to move in unison with the lively tune , as if she were loath that music should be wasted without a dance . But where would Annie find a partner ? Some have the gout in their toes , or the rheumatism in their ...
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Page 282 - He sat in a highbacked, elaborately-carved, oaken arm-chair, with a gray dignity of aspect that might have well befitted that very Father Time, whose power had never been disputed, save by this fortunate company. Even while quaffing the third draught of the Fountain of Youth, they were almost awed by the expression of his mysterious visage. But, the next moment, the exhilarating gush of young life shot through their veins. They were now in the happy prime of youth. Age, with its miserable train of...
Page 9 - The sketches are not, it is hardly necessary to say, profound; but it is rather more remarkable that they so seldom, if ever, show any design on the writer's part to make them so. They have none of the abstruseness of idea, or obscurity of expression, which mark the written communications of a solitary mind with itself. They never need translation. It is, in fact, the style of a man of society.
Page 280 - Patience, patience!" quoth Dr. Heidegger, who sat watching the experiment with philosophic coolness. "You have been a long time growing old; surely you might be content to grow young in half an hour. But the water is at your service." Again he filled their glasses with the liquor of youth, enough of which still remained in the vase to turn half the old people in the city to the age of their own grandchildren. While the bubbles were yet sparkling on the brim the doctor's four guests snatched their...
Page 272 - 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 54 - But the bride's cold fingers quivered in the tremulous hand of the bridegroom, and her deathlike paleness caused a whisper that the maiden who had been buried a few hours before was come from her grave to be married. If ever another wedding were so dismal, it was that famous one where they tolled the wedding knell. After performing the ceremony, Mr. Hooper raised a glass of wine to his lips, wishing happiness to the new-married couple in a strain of mild pleasantry that ought to have brightened the...
Page 230 - The most desirable mode of existence might be that of a spiritualized Paul Pry hovering invisible round man and woman, witnessing their deeds, searching into their hearts, borrowing brightness from their felicity, and shade from their sorrow, and retaining no emotion peculiar to himself.
Page 15 - There were the sober garb, the general severity of mien, the gloomy but undismayed expression, the scriptural forms of speech, and the confidence in Heaven's blessing on a righteous cause, which would have marked a band of the original Puritans, when threatened by some peril of the wilderness.
Page 279 - Drink, then," said the doctor, bowing; " I rejoice that I have so well selected the subjects of my experiment." With palsied hands they raised the glasses to their lips. The liquor, if it really possessed such virtues as Dr.
Page 274 - ... duodecimos. Over the central bookcase was a bronze bust of Hippocrates, with which, according to some authorities, Dr. Heidegger was accustomed to hold consultations in all difficult cases of his practice. In the obscurest corner of the room stood a tall and narrow oaken closet, with its door ajar, within which doubtfully appeared a skeleton.
Page 280 - Again he filled their glasses with the liquor of youth, enough of which still remained in the vase to turn half the old people in the city to the age of their own grandchildren. While the bubbles were yet sparkling on the brim, the doctor's four guests snatched their glasses from the table and swallowed the contents at a single gulp. Was it delusion? Even while the draught was passing down their throats it seemed to have wrought a change on their whole systems. Their eyes grew clear and bright ;...