The Marble Faun, Or, The Romance of Monte Beni, Volume 2Houghton Mifflin, 1860 |
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The Marble Faun: Or, The Romance of Monte Beni, Volume 2 Nathaniel Hawthorne Visualizzazione completa - 1865 |
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Pagina 110 - ... left her, worn out with shivering at the cheerless and smoky fireside by day, and feasting with our own substance the ravenous little populace of a Roman bed at night, - left her, sick at heart of Italian trickery, which has uprooted whatever faith in man's integrity had endured till now, and sick at stomach of sour bread, sour wine, rancid butter, and bad cookery, needlessly bestowed on evil meats, - left her, disgusted with the pretence of holiness and the reality of nastiness, each equally...
Pagina 78 - But there is reason to suspect that a people are waning to decay and ruin the moment that their life becomes fascinating either in the poet's imagination or the painter's eye.
Pagina 253 - Hilda was coming down from her old tower, to be herself enshrined and worshipped as a household saint, in the light of her husband's fireside. And, now that life had so much human promise in it, they resolved to go back to their own land; because 'the years, after all, have a kind of emptiness, when we spend too many of them on a foreign shore. We defer the reality of life, in such cases, until a future moment, when we shall again breathe our native air; but, by and by, there are no future moments;...
Pagina 165 - Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
Pagina 247 - ... threads have been knit together ; for the sagacity by which he is distinguished will long ago have taught him that any narrative of human action and adventure — whether we call it history or romance — is certain to be a fragile handiwork, more easily rent than mended. The actual experience of even the most ordinary life is full of events that never explain themselves, either as regards their origin or their tendency.
Pagina 114 - It was a shadow in the sunshine of festal days ; a mist between her eyes and the pictures at which she strove to look ; a chill dungeon, which kept her in its gray twilight and fed her with its unwholesome air, fit only for a criminal to breathe and pine in ! She could not escape from it. In the effort to do so, straying farther into the intricate passages of our nature, she stumbled, ever and again, over this deadly idea of mortal guilt.
Pagina 47 - But, for my own part, if I had an insupportable burden, — if, for any cause, I were bent upon sacrificing every earthly hope as a peace-offering towards Heaven, — I would make the wide world my cell, and good deeds to mankind my prayer. Many penitent men have done this, and found peace in it.
Pagina 110 - Rome in such a mood as this, we are astonished by the discovery, by and by, that our heart-strings have mysteriously attached themselves to the Eternal City, and are drawing us thitherward again, as if it were more familiar, more intimately our home, than even the spot where we were born.
Pagina 225 - Was that very sin, - into which Adam precipitated himself and all his race, was it the destined means by which, over a long pathway of toil and sorrow, we are to attain a higher, brighter, and profounder happiness, than our lost birthright gave? Will not this idea account for the permitted existence of sin, as no other theory can?
Pagina 220 - And she revealed a name, at which her auditor started, and grew pale ; for it was one that, only a few years before, had been familiar to the world, in connection with a mysterious and terrible event. The reader — if he think it worth while to recall some of the strange incidents which have been talked of, and forgotten, within no long time past — will remember Miriam's name. " You shudder at me, I perceive," said Miriam, suddenly interrupting her narrative. " No ; you were innocent,