It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet, genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tender greenness from the ground,--beautiful flowers, or leaves that look beautiful because so long unseen under the snow and decay,--so the pleasant air and warmth had called out three young people, who sat on a sunny hill-side enjoying the warm day and one another.
Nathaniel HawthorneI have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
Nathaniel HawthorneHow is it possible to sayan unkind or irreverential word of Rome? The city of all time, and of all the world!
Nathaniel Hawthorne