 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1861 - 278 páginas
...born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...night, and was indistinctly reverberated among the Bills. " Joe," said he to his little son, " scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1865 - 446 páginas
...born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...reverberated among the hills. "Joe," said he to his little son, "scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1875 - 640 páginas
...idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble --to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...shaken, as this strange man looked inward at his own heait, and burst into laughter that rolled away into the uight, and was indistinctly reverberated among... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1879 - 220 páginas
...bom idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...reverberated among the hills. "Joe," said he to his little son, "scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1879 - 274 páginas
...born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...reverberated among the hills. " Joe," said he to his little son, " scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1879 - 638 páginas
...forget. Pocts have imagined no utteranee of fiends or hobgoblins so fearfully appropriate as a langh. And even the obtuse lime-burner felt his nerves shaken,...man looked inward at his own heart, and burst into langhter that rolled away into the night, and was indistinetly reverberated among the hills. "Joc,"... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1883 - 660 páginas
...born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...reverberated among the hills. "Joe," said he to his little son, " scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan... | |
 | 1883 - 664 páginas
...born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...reverberated among the hills. " Joe," said he to his little son, " scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1883 - 664 páginas
...born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...reverberated among the hills. " Joe," said he to his little son, " scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan... | |
 | Nathaniel Hawthorne - 1883 - 664 páginas
...born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins...reverberated among the hills. " Joe," said he to his little son, " scamper down to the tavern in the village, and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan... | |
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... disordered state of feeling, may be the most terrible modulation of the human voice. The laughter of one asleep, even if it be a little child, — the madman's laugh, — the wild, screaming laugh of a born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes... 
