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... fathers of the village this famous deed was done ; and their descendants might rightfully claim the privilege of building a memorial . An humbler token of the fight , yet a more interesting one than the granite obelisk , may be seen ...
... fathers of the village this famous deed was done ; and their descendants might rightfully claim the privilege of building a memorial . An humbler token of the fight , yet a more interesting one than the granite obelisk , may be seen ...
Pagina 71
... father and son . And yet , though the elder person was as simply clad as the younger , and as simple in manner too ... father never went into the woods on such an errand , nor his father before him . We have been a race of honest men and ...
... father and son . And yet , though the elder person was as simply clad as the younger , and as simple in manner too ... father never went into the woods on such an errand , nor his father before him . We have been a race of honest men and ...
Pagina 72
... father a pitch - pine knot , kindled at my own hearth , to set fire to an Indian village , in king Philip's war . They were my good friends , both ; and many a pleasant walk have we had along this path , and returned merrily after ...
... father a pitch - pine knot , kindled at my own hearth , to set fire to an Indian village , in king Philip's war . They were my good friends , both ; and many a pleasant walk have we had along this path , and returned merrily after ...
Pagina 81
... father beckoned him to advance , looking downward from a smoke - wreath , while a woman , with dim features of des ... father's wealth ; and how fair damsels - blush not , sweet ones ! —have dug little graves in the garden , and bidden ...
... father beckoned him to advance , looking downward from a smoke - wreath , while a woman , with dim features of des ... father's wealth ; and how fair damsels - blush not , sweet ones ! —have dug little graves in the garden , and bidden ...
Pagina 88
... father ! What would you ? " cried a rich and youthful voice from the window of the opposite house ; a voice as rich as a tropical sunset , and which made Giovanni , though he knew not why , think of deep hues of purple or crim- son ...
... father ! What would you ? " cried a rich and youthful voice from the window of the opposite house ; a voice as rich as a tropical sunset , and which made Giovanni , though he knew not why , think of deep hues of purple or crim- son ...
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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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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.