Nathaniel Hawthorne and His Wife: A Biography, Volumen1Houghton, 1884 |
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... looked up at him with awe . It was my uncle Edward ; and , with the enthusiastic delight in perfect form that was born in me , I gazed at the noble outline of his face , the finely chiselled profile , so haughty and so delicate . I ...
... looked up at him with awe . It was my uncle Edward ; and , with the enthusiastic delight in perfect form that was born in me , I gazed at the noble outline of his face , the finely chiselled profile , so haughty and so delicate . I ...
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... looked like a model . But the exertion was too much for her , and she was thrown into a sickness from which she never rose into the possibility of so much exertion again ; and a slight accident disabled her hand , so that she could not ...
... looked like a model . But the exertion was too much for her , and she was thrown into a sickness from which she never rose into the possibility of so much exertion again ; and a slight accident disabled her hand , so that she could not ...
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... looked too spiritually fair to leave . I dreamed that George Villiers , Duke of Buckingham , stabbed me in the bosom ; and I awoke with a tremendous start , and trembled for an hour . It was because I had been reading Shak- speare , I ...
... looked too spiritually fair to leave . I dreamed that George Villiers , Duke of Buckingham , stabbed me in the bosom ; and I awoke with a tremendous start , and trembled for an hour . It was because I had been reading Shak- speare , I ...
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... looked like a wreck of precious stones , only the dyes were not of earth . Below , deep orange and that tender green melted into one another ; just above , rolled out this dazzling fold of unimaginable glory , and , higher still ...
... looked like a wreck of precious stones , only the dyes were not of earth . Below , deep orange and that tender green melted into one another ; just above , rolled out this dazzling fold of unimaginable glory , and , higher still ...
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... looked perfectly crazy , and so I felt . She wanted me to come the next day and see old Mr. and Mrs. Howes ; and at the appointed time we walked to their most picturesque and convenient cot- tage . They are two patriarchs , of unsullied ...
... looked perfectly crazy , and so I felt . She wanted me to come the next day and see old Mr. and Mrs. Howes ; and at the appointed time we walked to their most picturesque and convenient cot- tage . They are two patriarchs , of unsullied ...
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Página 477 - While his friends were doing their best to make him president, Old Stony Phiz, as he was called, set out on a visit to the valley where he was born. Of course, he had no other object than to shake hands with his fellow-citizens, and neither thought nor cared about any effect which his progress through the country might have upon the election.
Página 402 - What I feel most moved to write, that is banned, — it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all my books are botches.
Página 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...
Página 478 - 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.
Página 387 - ... the man who, like Russia or the British Empire, declares himself a sovereign nature (in himself) amid the powers of heaven, hell, and earth He may perish, but so long as he exists he insists upon treating with all Powers upon an equal basis...
Página 85 - He is by no means certain that some of his subsequent productions have not been influenced and modified by a natural desire to fill up so amiable an outline, and to act in consonance with the character assigned to him; nor, even now, could he forfeit it without a few tears of tender sensibility.
Página 108 - 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.
Página 477 - ... had no choice but to believe him; wrong looked like right, and right like wrong; for when it pleased him he could make a kind of illuminated 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.
Página 477 - 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.
Página 125 - 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.