Mosses from an Old Manse, Volume 2Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 |
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MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE, Volume 2 Nathaniel 1804-1864 Hawthorne,Horace Elisha 1838-1902 Scudder Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adam Adam and Eve Annie answered apple artist banquet beautiful behold beneath blaze bonfire bosom breast butterfly cold countenance cried dead boy death deep delicate Dorcas Drowne Drowne's earth earthly evil exclaimed face fancy father feel felt figure finger fire flame flung forest gazing Gervayse Hastings glance gleam gloom gnaws guests hand head heap heart Heaven Herkimer human Hunnewell idea imagination Intel lady leaves light look Lord Byron Malvin man's married couple ment mind miserable moral Mount Washington mountain mystery NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nature ness never observed OLD MANSE once Owen Warland perhaps person Peter Hovenden Phidias poet poor replied Reuben Robert Danforth secret seemed serpent shadow snake soul spirit stood strange street sunshine thing thought threw tion tree tremulous truth ture virtuoso voice volume wandering watchmaker White Mountains whole wrought young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 164 - His sin was expiated, — the curse was gone from him; and in the hour when he had shed blood dearer to him than his own, a prayer, the first for years, went up to Heaven from the lips of Reuben Bourne.
Pagina 295 - It is requisite for the ideal artist to possess a force of character that seems hardly compatible with its delicacy; he must keep his faith in himself while the incredulous world assails him with its utter disbelief...
Pagina 129 - ... has acquired as actual a military renown as many a victorious leader of thousands. Some of the incidents contained in the following pages will be recognized, notwithstanding the substitution of fictitious names, by such as have heard, from old men's lips, the fate of the few combatants who were in a condition to retreat after 'Lovell's Fight.
Pagina 355 - It is indeed too late," thought I. " The soul is dead within him." Struggling between pity and horror, I extended my hand, to which the virtuoso gave his own, still with the habitual courtesy of a man of the world, but without a single heart throb of human brotherhood.
Pagina 322 - He knew that the world, and Annie as the representative of the world, whatever praise might be bestowed, could never say the fitting word, nor feel the fitting sentiment which should be the perfect recompense of an artist who, symbolizing a lofty moral by a material trifle — converting what was earthly to spiritual gold — had won the Beautiful into his handiwork. 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.
Pagina 141 - Death would come like the slow approach of a corpse, stealing gradually towards him through the forest, and showing its ghastly and motionless features from behind a nearer and yet a nearer tree.
Pagina 44 - If there were in fact any such sound, it might have been caused by a malicious exercise of ventriloquism on the part of Roderick. Thus making his own actual serpent — if a serpent there actually was in his bosom — the type of each man's fatal error, or hoarded sin, or unquiet conscience...
Pagina 223 - What but the human heart itself? " said the dark-visaged stranger, with a portentous grin. "And, unless they hit upon some method of purifying that foul cavern, forth from it will reissue all the shapes...
Pagina 274 - 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. Thus, unconsciously to myself, and unsuspected by him, I have studied the old apple-dealer, until he has become a naturalized citizen of my inner world.
Pagina 95 - If I can produce my desired effect by painted wood, those rules are not for me, and I have a right to disregard them." "The very spirit of genius!" muttered Copley to himself. "How otherwise should this carver feel himself entitled to transcend all rules, and make me ashamed of quoting them.