The gray championT.Y Crowell, 1900 |
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appeared awful beauty beheld bell beneath black veil bosom breath bright Carbuncle child church cloud countenance cried Crystal Hills dark David Swan dead death Devil in Manuscript door Dorothy dream earth Elinor eyes face faint fancy feeling fountain friends gaze Gentle Boy gentleman girl glance glass gloom grave gray hand Haunted Mind Hawthorne head heart Heaven Heidegger Higginbotham hill Hooper Ilbrahim KATHARINE LEE BATES Kimballton lady light little Annie look Maypole Medbourne Merry Mount mind Minister's Black Veil mirth moral morning mystery Nathaniel Hawthorne never night painter Parker's Falls passed Pearson pedler perhaps picture portraits prayer Puritan Quaker replied rose round scene seemed shadow smile sorrow soul spirit steeple stood strange street sunshine thee thou thought toll gatherer Town Pump trees turned TWICE-TOLD TALES village visage voice Wakefield wandering wedding whispered whole wife wild withered woman young youth
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