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Barry Cornwall beautiful BIOGRAPHIES Blithedale Romance born Boston Custom-house Bowdoin College Brook Farm brother busy called chamber Concord continues daugh dream Elizabeth Peabody Emerson England English Note-books eyes Fanshawe feel felt Fields Franklin Pierce friend Bridge genius happy Hawthorne wrote Hawthorne's heart Henry James hill Horatio Bridge house in Salem imagination journal Julian July knew later Lathrop Lenox literary live London Longfellow look M. A. DeWOLFE Mall Street Marble Faun Miss Hawthorne Miss Peabody Nathaniel Hawthorne nature ness never Old Manse once passed period published Roman fever says Scarlet Letter seclusion seems seen Seven Gables shadow Snow Image solitude soon Sophia spirit story strange summer Tanglewood tell things thorne thorne's thought tion tom-house Twice-told volume walked weary wife winter wish writes written Yesterdays with Authors
Page 77 - It was good, nevertheless, to meet him in the woodpaths, or sometimes in our avenue, with that pure intellectual gleam diffused about his presence like the garment of a shining one ; and he so quiet, so simple, so without pretension, encountering each man alive as if expecting to receive more than he could impart.
Page 41 - I have secluded myself from society; and yet I never meant any such thing, nor dreamed what sort of life I was going to lead. I have made a captive of myself, and put me into a dungeon, and now I cannot find the key to let myself out, — and if the door were open, I should be almost afraid to come out.
Page 16 - Fanshawe had hitherto deemed himself unconnected with the world, unconcerned in its feelings, and uninfluenced by it in any of his pursuits. In this respect he probably deceived himself. If his inmost heart could have been laid open, there would have been discovered that dream of undying fame, which, dream as it is, is more powerful than a thousand realities.
Page 126 - I find that it would be a piece of poltroonery in me to withdraw either the dedication or the dedicatory letter. My long and intimate relations with Pierce render the dedication altogether proper, especially as regards this book, which would have had no existence without his kindness ; and, if he is so exceedingly unpopular that his name is enough to sink the volume, there is so much the more need that an old friend should stand by him.
Page 85 - He shook his head and gave me to understand he had produced nothing. At that moment I caught sight of a bureau or set of drawers near where we were sitting ; and immediately it occurred to me that hidden away somewhere in that article of furniture was a story or stories by the author of the " Twice-Told Tales," and I became so positive of it that I charged him vehemently with the fact.
Page 76 - Never was a poor little country village infested with such a variety of queer, strangely dressed, oddly behaved mortals, most of whom took upon themselves to be important agents of the world's destiny, yet were simply bores of a very intense water.
Page 84 - is the time for you to publish, for I know during these years in Salem you must have got something ready for the press.
Page 30 - Sophia, you must get up and dress and come down! The Hawthornes are here, and you never saw anything so splendid as he is, — he is handsomer than Lord Byron !' She laughed, but refused to come, remarking that since he had called once, he would call again.
Page 92 - ... these men of traffic, who seemed to occupy so important a position in the world — how little time has it required to disconnect me from them all, not merely in act, but recollection! It is with an effort that I recall the figures and appellations of these few. Soon, likewise, my old native town will loom upon me through the haze of memory, a mist brooding over and around it; as if it were no portion of the real earth, but an overgrown village in cloud-land...
Page 87 - I found it impossible to relieve the shadows of the story with so much light as I would gladly have thrown in. Keeping so close to its point as the tale does, and diversified no otherwise than by turning different sides of the same dark idea to the reader's eye, it will weary very many people and disgust some.