Twice Told Tales - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Two half-length portraits were therefore fixed upon. After they had taken leave, Walter Ludlow asked Elino ...

"Not quite," said Elinor, smiling. "Yet if he has such magic, there is something so gentle ...

farthest wall of the room. At the first glance through the dim light and the distance, seeing themselves in ...

back her present aspect with stronger and more melancholy truth. She appeared quite unconscious of the dialogu ...

—it is not yet too late to alter them. I might change the action of these figures too. But would it infl ...

sketch in which the action of the two figures was to correspond with their mutual expression. It was whispered a ...

Like all other men around whom an engrossing purpose wreathes itself, he was insulated from the mass ...

semblance—perhaps the reality—of a madman. Reading other bosoms with an acuteness almost preternatural, the paint ...

the coming evil which he had foreshadowed? Still, Walter remained silent before the picture, communing with ...

DAVID SWAN. A FANTASY. We can be but partially acquainted even with the events which actually in ...

the slumberer among their busy thoughts; some laughed to see how soundly he slept, and several whose ...

son. Methinks I can see a likeness to our departed Henry. Shall we waken him?" "To what purpose?" sa ...

beneath the maple shade. How sweet a picture! This good deed accomplished, with quickened breath and a ...

pocketbook or a snug little hoard of small change stowed away amongst his shirts. And if not there, we will ...

the glow of renewed life when that shadow was withdrawn. He slept, but no longer so quietly as at first. A ...

thunder—the signal-guns of that unearthly squadron—rolls distant along the deep of heaven. These nearer ...

others whereof I know not the names—grow thrivingly among brick and stone. The oblique rays of the sun are inter ...

But I bestow too much of my attention in this quarter. On looking again to the long and shady walk ...

How various are the situations of the people covered by the roofs beneath me, and how diversified are the events at this ...

catches a backward glance of mirth from a bright eye, and turns away with whatever comfort it conveys ...