Mosses from an Old Manse, Pagina 2
Wiley and Putnam, 1846
"Mosses from an Old Manse" is Nathaniel Hawthorne' s second story collection, first published in 1846 in two volumes and featuring sketches and tales written over a span of more than twenty years, including such classics as " Young Goodman Brown, " " The Birthmark, " and " Rappaccini' s Daughter." Herman Melville deemed Hawthorne the American Shakespeare, and Henry James wrote that his early tales possess " the element of simple genius, the quality of imagination. That is the real charm of Hawthorne' s writing-- this purity and spontaneity and naturalness of fancy."
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Adam Annie answered appeared artist asked beautiful become beneath better bosom breast butterfly character child cold course cried death deep desire Dorcas Drowne earth earthly enter exclaimed expression face father feel felt figure finger fire flame former give glance gleam guest hand head heart Heaven hope human idea imagination Intelligence kind leaves less light living longer look lost man's matter merely mind moral mysterious nature never object observed once Owen Owen Warland passed past perhaps person Peter poor possessed present replied Reuben Roderick secret seemed seen shadow shape side snake soul spirit stood strange street Surely thing thought tion touch trees true truth turned Virtuoso voice volume wandering whole wish young youth
Pagina 189 - Not at this latest moment was he to learn that the reward of all high performance must be sought within itself, or sought in vain. There was, however, a view of the matter, which Annie, and her husband, and even Peter Hovenden, might fully have understood, and which would have satisfied them that the toil of years had here been worthily bestowed. Owen Warland might have told them, that this butterfly, this plaything, this bridal gift of a poor watchmaker to a blacksmith's wife, was, in truth, a gem...
Pagina 211 - These words were spoken with the calm and cold courtesy of manner that had characterized this singular personage throughout our interview. I fancied, it is true, that there was a bitterness indefinably mingled with his tone, as of one cut off from natural sympathies and blasted with a doom that had been inflicted on no other human being, and by the results of which he had ceased to be human. Yet, withal, it seemed one of the most terrible consequences of that doom that the victim no longer regarded...
Pagina 102 - By a certain association of ideas, he at times almost imagined himself a murderer. For years, also, a thought would occasionally recur, which, though he perceived all its folly and extravagance, he had not power to banish from his mind. It was a haunting and torturing fancy that his father-in-law was yet sitting at the foot of the rock, on the withered forest leaves, alive, and awaiting his pledged assistance.
Pagina 156 - As an instance, I remember an old man who carries on a little trade of gingerbread and apples, at the depot of one of our railroads. While awaiting the departure of the cars, my observation, flitting to and fro among the livelier characteristics of the scene, has often settled insensibly upon this almost hueless object.
Pagina 98 - ... were uplifted in a fervent prayer, some of the words of which stole through the stillness of the woods, and entered Reuben's heart, torturing it with an unutterable pang. They were the broken accents of a petition for his own happiness and that of Dorcas ; and, as the youth listened, conscience, something in its similitude, pleaded strongly with him to return, and lie down again by the rock.
Pagina 1 - WE, who are born into the world's artificial system, can never adequately know how little in our present state and circumstances is natural, and how much is merely the interpolation of the perverted mind and heart of man.
Pagina 66 - ... and here his voice faltered and choked in a very singular manner, — " of this — of her — I may say that I know something, A well-spring of inward wisdom gushed within me as I wrought upon the oak with my whole strength, and soul, and faith. Let others do what they may with marble, and adopt what rules they choose. If I can produce my desired effect by painted wood, those rules are not for me, and I have a right to disregard them.
Pagina 176 - But that is a strange idea of yours," said Owen, "about the spiritualization of matter!" And then the thought stole into his mind, that this young girl possessed the gift to comprehend him, better than all the world beside.
Pagina 36 - Could I for one instant forget myself, the serpent might not abide within me. It is my diseased self-contemplation that has engendered and nourished him." "Then forget yourself, my husband," said a gentle voice above him, "forget yourself in the idea of another!
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