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... story is connected with his younger days , which , although the dénouement of it occurred more than sixty years after his death , may be in- serted here . In the year 1858 Nathaniel Hawthorne was living with his family in the Villa ...
... story is connected with his younger days , which , although the dénouement of it occurred more than sixty years after his death , may be in- serted here . In the year 1858 Nathaniel Hawthorne was living with his family in the Villa ...
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... story . Mr. Hawthorne may have been acquainted with it when he was a young man ; but he could not have read the " Arcadia " for twenty years previous to the Florentine episode , and it is impossible to suppose that there was any ...
... story . Mr. Hawthorne may have been acquainted with it when he was a young man ; but he could not have read the " Arcadia " for twenty years previous to the Florentine episode , and it is impossible to suppose that there was any ...
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... stories ; her gifts were wholly un- suited to such employment , and no one apprehended more keenly than she the solitariness and uniqueness of his genius , insomuch that she would have deemed it something not far removed from ...
... stories ; her gifts were wholly un- suited to such employment , and no one apprehended more keenly than she the solitariness and uniqueness of his genius , insomuch that she would have deemed it something not far removed from ...
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... story of their married life is contained in her letters and journals . While she was still a child , she ac- quired the habit of keeping a journal of her daily ex- istence , her doings , her seeings , and her thoughts ; - and during her ...
... story of their married life is contained in her letters and journals . While she was still a child , she ac- quired the habit of keeping a journal of her daily ex- istence , her doings , her seeings , and her thoughts ; - and during her ...
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... by the dreamer ; and the truth which it symbolized was always among the firmest articles of her faith . Illustrative of her mis- VOL . I. 4 chievous tendency was the story of how she cured her SOPHIA AMELIA PEABODY . 49.
... by the dreamer ; and the truth which it symbolized was always among the firmest articles of her faith . Illustrative of her mis- VOL . I. 4 chievous tendency was the story of how she cured her SOPHIA AMELIA PEABODY . 49.
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Page 476 - But Ernest turned away, melancholy, and almost despondent: for this was the saddest of his disappointments, to behold a man who might have fulfilled the prophecy, and had not willed to do so. Meantime, the cavalcade, the banners, the music, and the barouches swept past him, with the vociferous crowd in the rear, leaving the dust to settle down, and the Great Stone Face to be revealed again, with the grandeur that it had worn for untold centuries.
Page 404 - Until I was twenty-five, I had no development at all. From my twenty-fifth year I date my life. Three weeks have scarcely passed, at any time between then and now, that I have not unfolded within myself. But I feel that I am now come to the inmost leaf of the bulb, and that shortly the flower must fall to the mould.
Page 27 - First and principally I commit my soul into the hands of Almighty God, and my body to the earth to be decently buried at the discretion of my Executors...
Page 106 - Oh that I was rich enough to live without a profession ! What do you think of my becoming an author, and relying for support upon my pen ? Indeed, I think the illegibility of my handwriting is very author-like.
Page 475 - Confess it," said one of Ernest's neighbors to him, "the Great Stone Face has met its match at last!" Now, it must be owned that, at his first glimpse of the countenance which was bowing and smiling from the barouche, Ernest did fancy that there was a resemblance between it and the old familiar face upon the mountain-side.
Page 123 - I have been glad and hopeful, and here I have been despondent. And here I sat a long, long time, waiting patiently for the world to know me, and sometimes wondering why it did not know me sooner, or whether it would ever know me at all, — at least, till I were in my grave. And sometimes it seemed as if I were already in the grave, with only life enough to be chilled and benumbed. But oftener I was happy, — at least, as happy as I then knew how to be, or was aware of the possibility of being.
Page 401 - What's the use of elaborating what, in its very essence, is so short-lived as a modern book? Though I wrote the Gospels in this century, I should die in the gutter.
Page 400 - The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me ; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, — I shall at last be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg-grater, grated to pieces by the constant attrition of the wood, that is, the nutmeg. What I feel most moved to write, that is banned, — it will not pay. Yet, altogether,...
Page 475 - ... fog with his mere breath, and obscure the natural daylight with it. His tongue, indeed, was a magic instrument ; sometimes it rumbled like the thunder ; sometimes it warbled like the sweetest music. It was the blast of war, — the song of peace ; and it seemed to have a heart in it, when there was no such matter.
Page 401 - Paradise, in some little shady corner by ourselves, and if we shall by any means be able to smuggle a basket of champagne there (I won't believe in a Temperance Heaven), and if we shall then cross our celestial legs in the celestial grass that is forever tropical, and strike our glasses and our heads together, till both musically ring in concert, — then...