...now, being happy, I felt as if there wei no question to be put, and therefore admired Emerson as i poet of deep beauty and austere tenderness, but sought nothing from him as a philosopher." This deep happiness of the Hawthornes, as nearly perfect as any recorded in literature, this happiness...

...would solve me the riddle of the universe, but now, being happy, I felt as if there were no question to be put, and therefore admired Emerson as a poet...tenderness, but sought nothing from him as a philosopher." This deep happiness of the Hawthornes, as nearly perfect as any recorded in literature, this happiness...

...should solve me the riddle of the universe; but now, being happy, I felt as if there were no question to be put, and therefore admired Emerson as a poet...tenderness, but sought nothing from him as a philosopher." A writer in the " Chicago Times," a few years ago, thus wrote from his own knowledge of Emerson :—"...

...should solve me the riddle of the universe; but now, being happy, I felt as if there were no question to be put, and therefore admired Emerson as a poet...diffused about his presence, like the garment of a shiningone; and he so quiet, so simple, so without pretension, encountering each man alive as if expecting...

...Hawthorne than to her husband, who after their marriage, as he wrote in "The Old Manse," came to admire Emerson "as a poet of deep beauty and austere tenderness, but sought nothing from him as a philosopher." 45 Melville valued her judgment and once told her, in response to her praise of of Moby-Dick, that...

...theorists," "uncertain, troubled, earnest wanderers, through the midnight of the moral world." "I ... admired Emerson as a poet of deep beauty and austere...tenderness, but sought nothing from him as a philosopher." (CE 10:30-31) It is appropriate here to cite two of Haw37 thornc's most perceptive critics. Floyd Stovall...

...even more subtle satire, exaggerating the man's luminosity: "It was good," Hawthorne writes ". . . to meet him in the wood-paths, or sometimes in our...diffused about his presence, like the garment of a shining-one ... it was impossible to dwell in his vicinity, without inhaling, more or less, the mountain-atmosphere...

...to meet him in the wood-paths or sometimes on our avenue with that pure intellectual gleam diffusing about his presence like the garment of a shining one, and he, so great, so simple, so without pretension, encountering each man alive as if expecting to receive more...

...should solve me the riddle of the universe. But now, being happy, I felt as if there were no question to be put, and therefore admired Emerson as a poet...beauty and austere tenderness, but sought nothing from his as a philosopher. It was good, nevertheless, to meet him in the wood-paths, or sometimes in our...

..."unwillingness and caprice". Hawthorne, we know, had a deep scorn for all metaphysical reasoning; he "admired Emerson as a poet of deep beauty and austere...tenderness, but sought nothing from him as a philosopher ". "For myself", he wrote in The Old Manse, "there had been epochs of my life when I, too, might have...