 ... the burden that began to weigh so heavily; to seek resolutely the true and indestructible value that lay hidden in the petty and wearisome incidents and ordinary characters with which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that...  The National Review - Сторінка 4511860Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | David Masson, George Grove, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1904 - 600 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace only because I had not fathomed...deeper import. A better book than I shall ever write waa there. But the present was never Hawthorne's natural element ; the present which seems so solid... | |
 | Henry James - 1879 - 210 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me was dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed...import. A better book than I shall ever write was there. . . . These perceptions came too late. . . . I had ceased to be a writer of tolerably poor tales and... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1883 - 630 стор.
...-which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed...itself to me, just as it was written out by the reality oi the flitting hour, and vanishing as fast as written, only because my brain wanted the insight and... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1892 - 306 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed...presenting itself to me, just as it was written out l>y the reality of the flitting hour, and vanishing as fast as written, only because my brain wanted... | |
 | John Morley - 1894 - 702 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me was dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed...import. A better book than I shall ever write was there. . . . These perceptions came too late. . . . I had ceased to be a writer of tolerably poor tales and... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1898 - 362 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace only because I had not fathomed...brain wanted the insight and my hand the cunning to describe it. At some future day, it may be, I shall remember a few scattered fragments and broken paragraphs,... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1900 - 394 стор.
...earliest ancestor in 1 " The page of life that was spread out before me [in the Salem custom-house] seemed dull and commonplace only because I had not fathomed...A better book than I shall ever write was there." — Introduction to The Scarlet Letter. 1 LIFE. Born in Haverhill, Mass., Dec. 17, 1807. Attended district... | |
 | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1904 - 496 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace only because I had not fathomed...import. A better book than I shall ever write was there. Bat the present was never Hawthorne's natural element ; the present which seems so solid to most of... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1919 - 318 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed...deeper import. A better book than I shall ever write wjas there; leaf after leaf presenting itself to me, just as it was written out by the reality of the... | |
 | 1926 - 508 стор.
...which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed...import. A better book than I shall ever write was there . . . But these perceptions have come too late." 2 In this fashion do we find Hawthorne reproaching... | |
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