The Marble Faun: Or, The Romance of Monte Beni, 2. kötet

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Ticknor and Fields, 1860
 

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246. oldal - Was that very sin, — into which Adam precipitated himself and all his race, — was it the destined means by which, over a long pathway of toil and sorrow, we are to attain a higher, brighter, and profounder happiness, than our lost birthright gave ? Will not this idea account for the permitted existence of sin, as no other theory can?
180. oldal - ... sense of short-coming, must always be the reward and punishment of those who try to grapple with a great or beautiful idea. It only proves that you have been able to imagine things too high for mortal faculties to execute. The idea leaves you an imperfect image of itself, which you at first mistake for the ethereal reality, but soon find that the latter has escaped out of your closest embrace.
245. oldal - Was the crime — in which he and I were wedded — was it a blessing, in that strange disguise ? Was it a means of education, bringing a simple and imperfect nature to a point of feeling and intelligence which it could have reached under no other discipline ? " "You stir up deep and perilous matter, Mil iam,
274. oldal - I like better," replied Hilda, "to look at the bright, blue sky, roofing the edifice where the builders left it open. It is very delightful, in a breezy day, to see the masses of white cloud float over the opening, and then the sunshine fall through it again, fitfully, as it does now. Would it be any wonder if we were to see angels hovering there, partly in and partly out, with genial, heavenly faces, not intercepting the light, but only transmuting it into beautiful colours? Look at that broad,...
24. oldal - Donatello tried it, over and over again, with many breaks, at first, and pauses of uncertainty ; then with more confidence, and a fuller swell, like a wayfarer groping out of obscurity into the light, and moving with freer footsteps as it brightens around him. Anon, his voice appeared to fill the air, yet not with an obtrusive clangor. The sound was of a murmurous character, soft, attractive, persuasive, friendly. The sculptor fancied that such might have been the original voice and utterance of...
220. oldal - For here was a priesthood, pampered, sensual, with red and bloated cheeks, and carnal eyes. With apparently a grosser development of animal life than most men, they were placed in an unnatural relation with woman, and thereby lost the healthy, human conscience that pertains to other human beings, who own the sweet household ties connecting them with wife and daughter.
278. oldal - And, now that life had so much human promise in it, they resolved to go back to their own land ; because the years, after all, have a kind of emptiness, when we spend too many of them on a foreign shore.
277. oldal - Here comes my perplexity," continued Kenyon. "Sin has educated Donatello, and elevated him. Is Sin, then — which we deem such a dreadful blackness in the universe — is it, like Sorrow, merely an element of human education, through which we struggle to a higher and purer state than we could otherwise have attained? Did Adam fall, that we might ultimately rise to a far loftier paradise than his?" "Oh, hush!" cried Hilda, shrinking from him with an expression of horror which wounded the poor, speculative...
74. oldal - Yet there was an idea of fatality implied in the simile of the winged seeds which did not altogether suit Kenyon's fancy; for, if you look closely into the matter, it will be seen that whatever appears most vagrant, and utterly purposeless, turns out, in the end, to have been impelled the most surely on a preordained and unswerving track. Chance and change love to deal with men's settled plans, not with their idle vagaries. If we desire unexpected and unimaginable events, we should contrive an iron...
187. oldal - That sounds like a bitter gibe," said Hilda, with the tears springing into her eyes. " But I cannot help it. It does not alter my perception of the truth. If there be any such dreadful mixture of good and evil as you affirm, — and which appears to me almost more shocking than pure evil, — then the good is turned to poison, not the evil to wholesomeness.

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