Little Daffydowndilly, and Other StoriesMifflin, 1887 - 89 pages |
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... things that the faculty never heard of , or else it had been the worse for us , still it was your prognostic of your friend's destiny that he was to be a writer of fiction . ” - After he graduated , in 1825 , Hawthorne went back to ...
... things that the faculty never heard of , or else it had been the worse for us , still it was your prognostic of your friend's destiny that he was to be a writer of fiction . ” - After he graduated , in 1825 , Hawthorne went back to ...
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... things which happen , just as some people like to walk in the twilight and to listen to mysterious sounds . He was not afraid of the dark , and he thought much of how people felt when they had done wrong or had suffered some great ...
... things which happen , just as some people like to walk in the twilight and to listen to mysterious sounds . He was not afraid of the dark , and he thought much of how people felt when they had done wrong or had suffered some great ...
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... things to make the journey pleasant . But he had wisdom enough to understand that he should get along through the world much easier by having a man of experience to show him the way . So he accepted the stranger's proposal , and they ...
... things to make the journey pleasant . But he had wisdom enough to understand that he should get along through the world much easier by having a man of experience to show him the way . So he accepted the stranger's proposal , and they ...
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... thing for Violet and Peony ; and that they themselves ́had been created , as the snow - birds were , to take de- light only in the tempest , and in the white mantle which it spread over the earth . At last , when they had frosted one ...
... thing for Violet and Peony ; and that they themselves ́had been created , as the snow - birds were , to take de- light only in the tempest , and in the white mantle which it spread over the earth . At last , when they had frosted one ...
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... thing than you do . Some neigh- bor's child , I suppose . Our Violet and Peony , " she added , laughing at herself for repeating so absurd a story , " insist that she is nothing but a snow - image , which they have been busy about in ...
... thing than you do . Some neigh- bor's child , I suppose . Our Violet and Peony , " she added , laughing at herself for repeating so absurd a story , " insist that she is nothing but a snow - image , which they have been busy about in ...
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Page 54 - town treasurer ' is rightfully mine, as guardian of the best treasure that the town has. The overseers of the poor ought to make me their chairman, since I provide bountifully for the pauper, without expense to him that pays taxes. I am at the head of the fire department, and one of the physicians to the Board of Health.
Page 8 - If ever I should have a biographer, he ought to make great mention of this chamber in my memoirs, because so much of my lonely youth was wasted here...
Page 58 - In the hot months, when its refreshment was most needed, the dust flew in clouds over the forgotten birthplace of the waters, now their grave. But in the course of time a town pump was sunk into the source of the ancient spring ; and when the first decayed, another took its place, and then another, and still another, till here stand I, gentlemen and ladies, to serve you with my iron goblet.
Page 11 - HOW beautiful it was, that one bright day In the long week of rain ! Though all its splendor could not chase away The omnipresent pain. The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, And the great elms o'erhead Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms Shot through with golden thread.
Page 55 - Drink, and make room for that other fellow who seeks my aid to quench the fiery fever of last night's potations — which he drained from no cup of mine.
Page 56 - Go draw the cork, tip the decanter ; but, when your great toe shall set you a-roaring, it will be no affair of mine. If gentlemen love the pleasant titillation of the gout, it is all one to the Town Pump. This thirsty dog, with his red tongue lolling out, does not scorn my hospitality, but stands on his hind legs, and laps eagerly out of the trough. See how lightly he capers away again ! Jowler, did your worship ever have the gout ? Are you all satisfied?
Page 21 - Yonder it is, — there is the school-house!" said the stranger; for though he and little Daffydowndilly had taken a great many steps, they had travelled in a circle instead of a straight line. "Come; we will go back to school together.
Page 61 - In the moral warfare, which you are to wage — and, indeed, in the whole conduct of your lives — you cannot choose a better example than myself, who have never permitted the dust, and sultry atmosphere, the turbulence and manifold disquietudes of the world around me, to reach that deep, calm well of purity, which may be called my soul.
Page 41 - What imaginative little beings my children are ! " thought the mother, putting the last few stitches into Peony's frock. " And it is strange, too, that they make me almost as much a child as they themselves are ! I can hardly help believing, now, that the snowimage has really come to life...