Nathaniel Hawthorne

Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne The Marble Faun/Volume 2 — Myths (1860)

In response to his friend's efforts to console him, he murmured words hardly more articulate than the strange chant which he had so recently been breathing into the air.
"They know it!" was all that Kenyon could yet distinguish,--"they know it!"
"Who know it?" asked the sculptor. "And what is it their know?" "They know it!" repeated Donatello, trembling. "They shun me! All nature shrinks from me, and shudders at me! I live in the midst of a curse, that hems me round with a circle of fire! No innocent thing can come near me."
"Be comforted, my dear friend," said Kenyon, kneeling beside him.
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne The Marble Faun/Volume 2 — Myths (1860)

For this reason, or some other, she looked terribly forlorn; and you might have fancied that the whole fountain was but the overflow of her lonely tears.
"This was a place that I used greatly to delight in," remarked Donatello, sighing. "As a child, and as a boy, I have been very happy here."
"And, as a man, I should ask no fitter place to be happy in," answered Kenyon. "But you, my friend, are of such a social nature, that I should hardly have thought these lonely haunts would take your fancy. It is a place for a poet to dream in, and people it with the beings of his imagination."
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne The Marble Faun/Volume 2 — Myths (1860)

Whether woman or sprite was a mystery, as was all else about her, except that her life and soul were somehow interfused throughout the gushing water. She was a fresh, cool, dewy thing, sunny and shadowy, full of pleasant little mischiefs, fitful and changeable with the whim of the moment, but yet as constant as her native stream, which kept the same gush and flow forever, while marble crumbled over and around it. The fountain woman loved the youth,--a knight, as Donatello called him,--for, according to the legend, his race was akin to hers.
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