The Marble Faun: Or, the Romance of Monte BeniTicknor and Fields, 1860 - 288 стор. |
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... 203 216 XX . THE BURIAL CHANT XXI . THE DEAD CAPUCHIN XXII . THE MEDICI GARDENS XXIII . MIRIAM AND HILDA · 223 . 233 243 . 250 XXIV . THE TOWER AMONG THE APENNINES XXV . SUNSHINE 263 . 272 THE ROMANCE OF MONTE BENI . CHAPTER I. MIRIAM ,
... 203 216 XX . THE BURIAL CHANT XXI . THE DEAD CAPUCHIN XXII . THE MEDICI GARDENS XXIII . MIRIAM AND HILDA · 223 . 233 243 . 250 XXIV . THE TOWER AMONG THE APENNINES XXV . SUNSHINE 263 . 272 THE ROMANCE OF MONTE BENI . CHAPTER I. MIRIAM ,
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... dead atmosphere in which he had wasted so many months , the hard pavements , the smell of ruin and decaying genera- tions , the chill palaces , the convent - bells , the heavy incense of altars , the life that he had led in those dark ...
... dead atmosphere in which he had wasted so many months , the hard pavements , the smell of ruin and decaying genera- tions , the chill palaces , the convent - bells , the heavy incense of altars , the life that he had led in those dark ...
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... for these wild pets of nature dreaded him no more in his buoyant life than if a mound of soil and grass and flowers had long since covered his VOL . I. 5 dead body , converting it back to the sympathies from THE SUBURBAN VILLA . 97.
... for these wild pets of nature dreaded him no more in his buoyant life than if a mound of soil and grass and flowers had long since covered his VOL . I. 5 dead body , converting it back to the sympathies from THE SUBURBAN VILLA . 97.
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Or, the Romance of Monte Beni Nathaniel Hawthorne. dead body , converting it back to the sympathies from which human existence had estranged it . All of us , after long abode in cities , have felt the blood gush more joyously through our ...
Or, the Romance of Monte Beni Nathaniel Hawthorne. dead body , converting it back to the sympathies from which human existence had estranged it . All of us , after long abode in cities , have felt the blood gush more joyously through our ...
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... dead , then , after all ! The whole tribe of mythical crea- tures yet live in the moonlit seclusion of a young girl's fancy , and find it a lovelier abode and play - place , I doubt not , than their Arcadian haunts of yore . What bliss ...
... dead , then , after all ! The whole tribe of mythical crea- tures yet live in the moonlit seclusion of a young girl's fancy , and find it a lovelier abode and play - place , I doubt not , than their Arcadian haunts of yore . What bliss ...
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50 cents 63 cents 75 cents answered Miriam antique Apennines Arch of Titus arches artist bas-reliefs Beatrice Cenci beautiful beheld beneath breath Capitoline Hill catacomb church close Cloth Coliseum companion creature cried dance dark dead dear delicate delightful Dona Donatello dream evil eyes face fancy Faun flinging forever fountain gazed gentle girl glance gloomy hand happy haunted heart Hilda human idea imagination Italian Italy Kenyon laughing light look machicolated maiden marble mirth moral NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE natural never once painter palace perhaps piazza pict picture pillars Pincian Hill POEMS POETICAL Porta del Popolo portrait Praxiteles rejoined replied Roman Rome ruin satyrs scene sculptor seemed shadow shrine side signorina sketch smile sorrow soul spectre spirit statue steps stone strange sunshine sympathy thing thought touch tower Trajan truth turned vanished walls whispered wild wine woman wonder wrought young youth
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Сторінка 157 - Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing. I am weary, even more than I am ashamed, of seeing such things. Now-a-days, people are as good as born in their clothes, and there is practically not a nude human being in existence. An artist, therefore,— as you must candidly confess,— cannot sculpture nudity with a pure heart, if only because he...
Сторінка 22 - All the pleasantness of sylvan life, all the genial and happy characteristics of creatures that dwell in woods and fields, will seem to be mingled and kneaded into one substance, along with the kindred qualities in the human soul. Trees, grass, flowers, woodland streamlets, cattle, deer, and unsophisticated man...
Сторінка viii - No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land.
Сторінка 108 - Arcadian life, or, farther still, into the Golden Age, before mankind was burdened with sin and sorrow, and before pleasure had been darkened with those shadows that bring it into high relief, and make it happiness.
Сторінка 120 - Yet, let us trust, there may have been no crime in Miriam, but only one of those fatalities which are among the most insoluble riddles propounded to mortal comprehension ; the fatal decree by which every crime is made to be the agony of many innocent persons, as well as of the single guilty one.
Сторінка 216 - I did what ought to be done to a traitor ! " he replied. " I did what your eyes bade me do, when I asked them with mine, as I held the wretch over the precipice ! " These last words struck Miriam like a bullet. Could it be so? Had her eyes provoked or assented to this deed? She had not known it. But, alas ! looking back into the frenzy and turmoil of the scene just acted, she could not deny — she was not sure whether it might be so, or...
Сторінка 101 - ... a creature in a state of development less than what mankind has attained, yet the more perfect within itself for that very deficiency.
Сторінка 120 - Of so much we are sure, that there seemed to be a sadly mysterious fascination in the influence of this ill-omened person over Miriam ; it was such as beasts and reptiles of subtle and evil nature sometimes exercise upon their victims. Marvellous it was to see the hopelessness with which — being naturally of so courageous a spirit — she resigned herself to the thraldom in which he held her. That iron chain, of which some of the massive links were round her feminine waist, and the others in his...
Сторінка 241 - ... remorse, which perhaps is even now screeching through eternity. As a general thing, however, these frocked and hooded skeletons seem to take a more cheerful view of their position, and try with ghastly smiles to turn it into a jest. But the cemetery of the Capuchins is no place to nourish celestial hopes: the soul sinks forlorn and wretched under all this burden of dusty death; the holy earth from Jerusalem, so imbued is it with mortality, has grown as barren of the flowers of Paradise as it...
Сторінка 162 - Catching another glimpse, you beheld her as implacable as a stone, and cruel as fire. In a word, all Cleopatra— fierce, voluptuous, passionate, tender, wicked, terrible, and full of poisonous and rapturous enchantment— was kneaded into what, only a week or two before, had been a lump of wet clay from the Tiber. Soon, apotheosized in an indestructible material, she would be one of the images that men keep forever, finding a heat in them which does not cool down, throughout the centuries.