Twice Told Tales - Nathaniel Hawthorne

but half awake by running a doubtful parallel between human life and the hour which has now elapse ...

door. Ah! the old man's ears are failing him, and so is his eyesight, and perhaps his mind, else you would ...

the cliffs, and to roam along secluded beaches of the purest sand, and, when our Northern shores grew ...

The seagulls and the loons and I had now all one trade: we skimmed the crested waves and sought our prey beneath ...

wrathfully did he shake his fist as he related how a party of Cape Cod men had robbed him and his companions ...

simple and happy nature mingled itself with mine. She kindled a domestic fire within my heart and took up ...

proficiency. I feared to trust them even with the alphabet: it was the key to a fatal treasure. But I ...

jaws, being now my gateway, will last for ages after my coffin shall have passed beneath them. Thenc ...

I delight, also, to follow in the wake of a pleasure-party of young men and girls strolling along the ...

nothing remains but to bless you all and depart with a treasure of recollected joys to heaven. Will you meet ...

This family were situated in the Notch of the White Hills, where the wind was sharp throughout the year ...

"Ah! this fire is the right thing," cried he, "especially when there is such a pleasant circle round ...

that consciousness of unity among themselves and separation from the world at large which in every domes ...

comfortable and contented, though nobody thinks about us." "I suppose," said her father, after a fit of musing, ...

take a drink out of the basin of the Flume." Nobody could help laughing at the child's notion of leaving ...

All this was said apart. Perhaps a germ of love was springing in their hearts so pure that it might ...

"Now," continued the old woman, with singular earnestness, yet smiling strangely at her own folly, ...

the family were made to shed a tear for each. Who has not heard their name? The story has been told ...

innumerable sisterhood of departed years, there came a young maiden treading lightsomely on tip-toe along the ...

biography, although its incidents were remembered without pleasure. The volume, though she termed it her ...