The Proceedings in Commemoration of the One Hundredth Anniversary of the Birth of Nathaniel HawthorneEssex institute, 1904 - 116 стор. |
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1862-3 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE Amelia Peabody American Anne artist autograph beauty Berkshire Binfield birthplace Boston NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE Bowdoin College Bray brother Robert Brunswick bust Cabinet photograph Cambridge Card photograph celebration character Charles Osgood CHOATE Concord crayon portrait dark daughter Emanuel Leutze Emerson England Essex Institute fame fiction Franklin Pierce genius Hawthorne's Henry Higginson honor hundredth anniversary imagination J. M. BARRIE John Hathorne Joseph Hodges Choate Julian Hawthorne light literary living Loaned London Longfellow Maine Marble Faun Mass mind Miss mother mystery parish photograph by Black photograph by Brady photograph by Mayall photograph taken portrait painted possession Puritan RANTOUL Raymond Richard romance Salem Custom House Scarlet Letter scene seems sense Seven Gables shadow Silsbee sister Elizabeth sister Louisa sombre spelling story Street taken about 1863 taken at Washington taken May 19 things Thomas thorne to-day uncle Robert wife William Hathorne Wokeingham writing
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Сторінка 9 - I sat down by the wayside of life, like a man under enchantment, and a shrubbery sprung up around me, and the bushes grew to be saplings, and the saplings became trees, until no exit appeared possible, through the entangling depths of my obscurity.
Сторінка 25 - Androscoggin, or shooting pigeons and gray squirrels in the woods, or bat-fowling in the summer twilight, or catching trouts in that shadowy little stream which, I suppose, is still wandering riverward through the forest, though you and I will never cast a line in it again — two idle lads, in short (as we need not fear to acknowledge now), doing a hundred things that the faculty never heard of, or else it had been the worse for us — still it was your prognostic of your friend's destiny that he...
Сторінка 52 - 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 12 - Who'll tell me my secret, The ages have kept? — I awaited the seer, While they slumbered and slept...
Сторінка 18 - IT is not, I apprehend, a healthy kind of mental occupation, to devote ourselves too exclusively to the study of individual men and women. If the person under examination be one's self, the result is pretty certain to be diseased action of the heart, almost before we can snatch a second glance.
Сторінка 44 - Are you all satisfied ? Then wipe your mouths, my good friends ; and, while my spout has a moment's leisure, I will delight the town with a few historical reminiscences. In far antiquity, beneath a darksome shadow of venerable boughs, a spring bubbled out of the leaf-strewn earth in the very spot where you now behold me on the sunny pavement. The water was as bright and clear and deemed as precious as liquid diamonds. The Indian sagamores...
Сторінка 13 - ... business in life, what mode of glorifying God or being serviceable to mankind in his day and generation, may that be ? Why, the degenerate fellow might as well have been a fiddler ! " Such are the compliments bandied between my great-grandsires and myself, across the gulf of time!
Сторінка 11 - FATHER, thy wonders do not singly stand, Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed : Around us ever lies the enchanted land, In marvels rich to thine own sons displayed.
Сторінка 44 - Boston, drank here, out of the hollow of his hand. The elder Higginson here wet his palm, and laid it on the brow of the first town-born child. For many years it was the...
Сторінка 35 - In vain the silent man imbibed aesthetic tea. Whatever fancies it inspired did not flower at his lips. But there was a light in his eye which assured me that nothing was lost. So supreme was his silence that it presently engrossed me to the exclusion of everything else. There was very brilliant discourse, but this silence was much more poetic and fascinating.