The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, Том 6Houghton Mifflin, 1883 |
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ancholy answered Miriam antique Apennines arches artist asked bas-reliefs Beatrice Cenci beautiful beheld beneath blessed breath Capitoline Hill catacomb church Count creature cried crime dark dear delicate delightful Dona Donatello dream earth earthly evanescent evil exclaimed eyes face fancied Faun feel figure fling forever fountain gazed girl glance gloom hand happy haunts heart Heaven Hilda human idea imagination innocent Italian Italy light look machicolated maiden marble Marble Faun mediæval ment mind mirth Monte Monte Beni Montefiascone moral mystery nature never nymph once palace passion perhaps Perugia piazza picture Pincian Hill poor Praxiteles Roman Rome scene sculp sculptor seemed shadow shrine Signore signorina smile sorrow soul spirit statue stone stood strange sunshine sweet sympathy tell tello tender things thought Tiber tion Tomaso tower Trajan truth ture Virgin voice walls wild wine woman wonder wrought young
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Сторінка 515 - Sin has educated Donatello, and elevated him. Is sin, then, - which we deem such a dreadful blackness in the universe, - is it, like sorrow, merely an element of human education, through which we struggle to a higher and purer state than we could otherwise have attained? Did Adam fall, that we might ultimately rise to a far loftier paradise than his?
Сторінка 15 - Romance, was chiefly valuable to him as affording a sort of poetic or fairy precinct, where actualities would not be so terribly insisted upon as they are, and must needs be, in America. 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 69 - Connected with this old tower and its lofty shrine, there is a legend which we cannot here pause to tell; but, for centuries, a lamp has been burning before the Virgin's image, at noon, at midnight, and at all hours of the twentyfour, and must be kept burning forever, as long as the tower shall stand; or else the tower itself, the palace, and whatever estate belongs to it, shall pass from its hereditary possessor, in accordance with an ancient vow, and become the property of the Church.
Сторінка 149 - Not a nude figure, I hope!" observed Miriam. "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...
Сторінка 46 - I abide in the darkness," said he, in a hoarse, harsh voice, as if a great deal of damp were clustering in his throat. " Henceforth, I am nothing but a shadow behind her footsteps. She came to me when I sought her not. She has called me forth, and must abide the consequences of my reappearance in the world.
Сторінка 56 - And they have greatly the advantage of us in this respect. The slender thread of silk or cotton keeps them united with the small, familiar, gentle interests of life, the continually operating influences of which do so much for the health of the character, and carry off what would otherwise be a dangerous accumulation of morbid sensibility.
Сторінка 9 - But I find this Italian atmosphere not favorable to the close toil of composition, although it is a very good air to dream in. I must breathe the fogs of old England or the east winds of Massachusetts, in order to put me into working trim.
Сторінка 203 - They threw one other glance at the heap of death below, to assure themselves that it was there ; so like a dream was the whole thing. Then they turned from that fatal precipice, and came out of the courtyard, arm in arm, heart in heart. Instinctively, they were heedful not to sever themselves so much as a pace or two from one another, for fear of the terror and deadly chill that would thenceforth wait for them in solitude. Their deed — the crime which Donatello wrought, and Miriam accepted on the...
Сторінка 65 - She was very youthful, and had what was usually thought to be a Jewish aspect; a complexion in which there was no roseate bloom, yet neither was it pale; dark eyes, into which you might look as deeply as your glance would go, and still be conscious of a depth that you had not sounded, though it lay open to the day. She had black, abundant hair, with none of the vulgar glossiness of other women's sable locks; if she were really of Jewish blood, then this was Jewish hair, and a dark glory such as crowns...
Сторінка 56 - ... with awful beauty — have always some little handiwork ready to fill the tiny gap of every vacant moment. A needle is familiar to the fingers of them all. A queen, no doubt, plies it on...