The Proceedings in Commemoration of the One Hundredth Anniversary of the Birth of Nathaniel Hawthorne
Essex institute, 1904 - 116 sider
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The Proceedings in Commemoration of the One Hundredth Anniversary of the ...
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Side 8 - 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.
Side 23 - 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...
Side 50 - 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.
Side 10 - Who'll tell me my secret, The ages have kept? — I awaited the seer, While they slumbered and slept...
Side 16 - 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.
Side 42 - 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...
Side 12 - ... 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!
Side 9 - 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.
Side 42 - 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...
Side 34 - 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.