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Darkness / Light

Darkness and Shadow

The Prison-Door

sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats
darker aspect to its beetle-browed and gloomy front
black flower of civilized society, a prison
overshadowed
inauspicious portal
darkening close of a tale of human frailty and sorrow

The Market-Place

shadow of the forest
like a black shadow emerging into sunshine, the grim and grisly presence of the town-beadle
gray twilight of a dungeon, or other darksome apartment of the prison
dark and abundant hair
deep black eyes
dimmed and obscured by a disastrous cloud
grim beadle
world was only the darker
crowd was sombre and grave
leaden
dusky
eyes dim and bleared by the lamp-light
decayed house of gray stone
gray houses

The Recognition

darkened
bitter smile
bottom of the sea
gravely
happy shadow of a home
matronly veil
dark feather
black velvet tunic beneath
sombre sagacity
gray eyes, accustomed to the shaded light
darkly engraved
vileness and blackness of your sin
brown, melancholy eyes
shadowy by-paths
dark passage-way of the interior

The Interview

prison
night approached
dismal apartment
veil
sombre
smile of dark
Black Man

Hester at Her Needle

the darker the tinge that saddens it
dreary
shadow of suspicion
sombre
morbid
most sombre hue
morbid
something horrible in this dreary woman
dark story
bad angel
obscure
evil thing
dreary
night-time

Pearl

dark and wild peculiarity
morbid purpose
darksome cottage-floor
black shadow
cloud -shapes of gloom and despondency that had brooded
deeply black eyes
shadowy reflection of the evil
black
black mirror
unsearchable abyss of her black eyes

The Governor’s Hall

from morn till sunset
deep, glossy brown […] nearly akin to black
sombre little urchins,—and spoke gravely
fling mud
dusky chambers

The Elf-Child and the Minister

gray beard
shadow of the curtain
dark complexion seemed to have grown duskier
she is equally in the dark as to her soul
large dark eyes
blacker depths of sin
shadow of his figure
cast a shadow
Black Man
Black Man’s book

The Leech

dark
obscuring his spiritual lamp
dawning light would be extinguished
amid lamp-light, or obstructed day-beams
dark cavern
dark, but transparent stream
heavy window-curtains to create a noontide shadow
black art
ugly and evil in his face
his visage was getting sooty with the smoke
gloom and terror in the depths of the poor minister’s eyes

The Leech and His Patient

dark miner
minister’s dim interior
shadow
dark, flabby leaf
black weeds
dark problem
black and filthy
evil inmates
grimly
evil
yonder old Black Man
evil
half the evil
shadow of offence
low, dark, and misshapen figure
grave smile

The Interior of a Heart

dark treasure
black devices
grisly phantom
dim perception of some evil influence
grizzled beard
black trouble of the soul
overshadowed
all things shadow-like
the dimmest of all shadows?
black garments
black secret
night after night, sometimes in utter darkness
remote dimness of the chamber
becomes a shadow
ugly nights

The Minister’s Vigil

shadow of a dream
black
obscure night
unvaried pall of cloud muffled the whole expanse of sky from zenith to horizon
dark gray of the midnight
night
shadow
darkness—into which, nevertheless, he could see but little farther than he might into a mill-stone
gloomy night of sin
grisly
night
earliest riser, coming forth in the dim twilight
dusky
grimly
night
half the night
muffled sky [?]
night-watcher
black
midnight sky
dull red light
burning duskily through a veil of cloud
darkness
night
gray-bearded sexton
black glove
past night
last night
past night

Another View of Hester

household that was darkened by trouble
gloomy twilight
light of earth was fast becoming dim
darkened house
Her shadow had faded
black scandal of bygone years
shadowy guests
dark question
dark labyrinth of mind
night
blacker ruin
night

Hester and the Physician

dark, glistening curls
blackness
duskily
constant shadow
gloom
gloomy sternness
dark necessity
Let the black flower blossom as it may!

Hester and Pearl

gray beard
circle of ominous shadow moving along with his deformity, whichever way he turned himself
deadly nightshade
threw a dark light on Hester’s state of mind
black eyes
far darker coloring
mischief gleaming in her black eyes
I shall put thee into the dark closet!

A Forest Walk

black and dense
sombre
gray expanse of cloud
plunge into some gloomier shade
a story about the Black Man
“How he haunts this forest, and carries a book with him,—a big, heavy book, with iron clasps; and how this ugly Black Man offers his book and an iron pen to every body that meets him here among the trees; and they are to write their names with their own blood. And then he sets his mark on their bosoms! Didst thou ever meet the Black Man, mother?”
last night
Black Man’s mark on thee
midnight, here in the dark wood
night-time
Black Man
Black Man
darksome shade
eddies and black depths
sad acquaintance and events of sombre hue
scenes shadowed as heavily with gloom
Black Man
Black Man
no Black Man
Black Man
deep shadow of the trees

The Pastor and His Parishioner

clad in garments so sombre, and so little relieved from the gray twilight into which the clouded sky and the heavy foliage had darkened the noontide
a woman or a shadow
in the dim wood
they glided back into the shadow of the woods
gloomy sky, the threatening storm
black reality
night
blacker or a fiercer frown
dark transfiguration
That old man’s revenge has been blacker than my sin
gloomier hour
darkening ever
forest was obscure around them
dreary
No golden light had ever been so precious as the gloom of this dark forest.
satiating his dark passion
not shade enough

A Flood of Sunshine

shadowy
gloom
darkened
sorrow-blackened
dark and rich, with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance
gloom of the earth and sky
obscure forest
gray
shadow
gloom
dim
great black forest—stern as it showed itself to those who brought the guilt and troubles of the world into its bosom
sombre

The Child at the Brook-Side

darkly
shadowy
dim medium of the forest-gloom
shadowy wrath of Pearl’s image
warmth and richness of her womanhood, departed, like fading sunshine; and a gray shadow seemed to fall across her.
dark, old trees

The Minister in a Maze

twilight of the woods
Hester, clad in her gray robe
assume brighter substance as life grew dark around her […] gild the utter gloom with final glory
blossom darkly […] bear black fruit
But at midnight, and in the forest
dark way
night fled away [?]

The New England Holiday

twilight indistinctness
gloomy gray
blacksmith! He has washed his sooty face
the black, grim, ugly-eyed old man!
thou art clad in gray
dark night-time
shadow
dim reflection
sun-blackened faces
black cloaks

The Procession

morbid
darkly
dark old trees
dark
Black Man
some fine night
She made the sombre crowd cheerful by her erratic and glistening ray; even as a bird of bright plumage illuminates a whole tree of dusky foliage by darting to and fro, half seen and half concealed, amid the twilight of the clustering leaves.
night-time
black-a-visaged
dark and grim countenance
cold shadow
black eyes

The Revelation of the Scarlet Letter

shadow
The glow, which they had just before beheld burning on his cheek, was extinguished, like a flame that sinks down hopelessly among the late-decaying embers.
weather-darkened scaffold
dreary
waxing dimmer and brighter, and fading at last into the light of heaven
so dark, disturbed, and evil was his look
looking darkly
but the shadow of
dark and terrible old man

Conclusion

shadowy beings
dusky and lurid glow
woman, in a gray robe
shadow-like
sombre-hued community.
dark
not through dusky grief
sombre
relieved only by one ever-glowing point of light gloomier than the shadow

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Light

The Market-Place

summer morning
summer morning
bright morning sun, therefore, shone
like a black shadow emerging into sunshine
too vivid light of day
Gold thread
dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sunshine with a gleam
how her beauty shone out, and made a halo
illuminated
glimmered
glowing with girlish beauty, and illuminating
lamp-light

The Recognition

fair
hot, mid-day sun
lighting up
gleam of the fireside
unadulterated sunshine
such broad daylight
lurid gleam

The Interview

blaze

Hester at Her Needle

Sunshine […] to reveal the scarlet letter on her breast.
fireside
blaze forth
glowing all alight

Pearl

beauty that became every day more brilliant
quivering sunshine
shining through the gorgeous robes which might have extinguished
absolute circle of radiance around her
brilliant
rays
untempered light
illuminated by the morning radiance
bright […] eyes
glimmering light
torch kindles a flame
bright
vivid
glimmering of the gold embroidery
decided gleam

The Governor’s Hall

fairer
from morn till sunset
rich and luxuriant beauty
shone with deep and vivid tints
bright complexion
glow
deep, glossy brown […] nearly akin to black
fire in her and throughout her
the very brightest little jet of flame
gleaming forth […] sunny windows
sunshine
glittered and sparkled as if diamonds
brilliancy
bright wonder of a house
Pearl […] imperatively required that the whole breadth of sunshine should be stripped off its front, and given her to play with.
glittering symbol in her bosom
lighted by the windows
more powerfully illuminated by one of those embowed hall-windows
so highly burnished as to glow with white radiance, and scatter an illumination everywhere about upon the floor
bright panoply
glittered
gleaming armour
glittering frontispiece
fair

The Elf-Child and the Minister

sunny
sun has been shining through a richly painted window, and tracing out the golden and crimson images across the floor.
sunlight cast
sunny day
obscuring his spiritual lamp

The Leech

dawning light
amid lamp-light, or obstructed day-beams
bringing all its mysteries into the daylight
sunny exposure

The Leech and His Patient

light glimmered
gleams of ghastly fire
illuminated
[rustle]
open window
window
bright
out of the window
bright
full and bright
noonday

The Interior of a Heart

gleam
light
better light of the church
glimmering lamp
most powerful light
faint light of their own
more vividly
shining angels
in a false light

The Minister’s Vigil

sunshine
Morning should redden in the east
lamp
lamp
Detecting the gleam of Governor Bellingham’s lamp, the old lady quickly extinguished her own
little, glimmering light
threw a gleam of recognition
gleam of the lantern
As the light drew nearer
illuminated circle
radiant halo
distant shine of the celestial city
lighted lantern
holding the lantern before his breast
light of the glimmering lantern had faded quite away
Morning would break
earliest riser, coming forth in the dim twilight
morning light still waxing stronger
red eastern light
daylight of this world
light gleamed far and wide over all the muffled sky
meteors
So powerful was its radiance, that it thoroughly illuminated the dense medium of cloud betwixt the sky and earth. The great vault brightened, like the dome of an immense lamp.
unaccustomed light
embroidered letter glimmering on her bosom
light
daybreak
meteoric appearances
blazing spear, a sword of flame, a bow, or a sheaf of arrows
shower of crimson light
Firmament [?]
dull red light
meteor
burning duskily through a veil of cloud
meteoric light
meteor kindled up the sky, and disclosed the earth
meteor had vanished
strange light shone out

Another View of Hester

scarlet letter on her breast, glittering in its fantastic embroidery
gloomy twilight
glimmered
unearthly ray
thrown its gleam
light of earth was fast becoming dim, and ere the light of futurity could reach him
sunshine
not a shining lock of it ever once gushed into the sunshine
gleam

Hester and the Physician

glare of red light out of his eyes
on fire
momentary flame

Hester and Pearl

sun, which shone so brightly everywhere else
fire-light
in the light of her nuptial smile
threw a dark light on Hester’s state of mind
melt in the warm sun
brightly

A Forest Walk

gleam of flickering sunshine
sportive sunlight—feebly sportive […] withdrew
bright
the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. Now, see! There it is, playing, a good way off. Stand you here, and let me run and catch it. I am but a child. It will not flee from me; for I wear nothing on my bosom yet!”
catch the sunshine! It will soon be gone
did actually catch the sunshine, and stood laughing in the midst of it, all brightened by its splendor, and scintillating with the vivacity excited by rapid motion. The light lingered about the lonely child, as if glad of such a playmate, until her mother had drawn almost nigh enough to step into the magic circle too.
“Now I can stretch out my hand, and grasp some of it.”
As she attempted to do so, the sunshine vanished; or, to judge from the bright expression that was dancing on Pearl’s features, her mother could have fancied that the child had absorbed it into herself, and would give it forth again, with a gleam about her path, as they should plunge into some gloomier shade.
stood still in the sunshine
glows like a red flame
sparkling
reflected light

The Pastor and His Parishioner

light of heaven were beaming
No golden light had ever been so precious as the gloom of this dark forest.
Dimmesdale, in whose eyes a fitful light, kindled by her enthusiasm, flashed up and died away

A Flood of Sunshine

hope and joy shone out
glow of strange enjoyment threw its flickering brightness
glittering like a lost jewel
dark and rich, with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance
beamed out of her eyes, a radiant
All at once, as with a sudden smile of heaven, forth burst the sunshine, pouring a very flood into the obscure forest, gladdening each green leaf, transmuting the yellow fallen ones to gold, and gleaming adown the gray trunks of the solemn trees. The objects that had made a shadow hitherto, embodied the brightness now. The course of the little brook might be traced by its merry gleam afar into the wood’s heart of mystery, which had become a mystery of joy.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create a sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance,
bright in Hester’s eyes, and bright in Arthur Dimmesdale’s
streak of sunshine
bright-apparelled vision, in a sunbeam
ray quivered to and fro, making her figure dim or distinct

The Child at the Brook-Side

brilliant
glorified with a ray of sunshine, that was attracted thitherward
ray of golden light
sunny image
glittering

The Minister in a Maze

shine of the celestial city on her face, so wrinkled and ashy pale.
assume brighter substance as life grew dark around her […] gild the utter gloom with final glory
morning came, and peeped blushing through the curtains; and at last sunrise threw a golden beam into the study, and laid it right across the minister’s bedazzled eyes

The New England Holiday

own illumination
bright and sunny apparition
many-hued brilliancy
leaf of a bright flower
shimmer of a diamond, that sparkles and flashes
sunny day
brightened
sunny richness of the Elizabethan epoch
sun-blackened faces

The Procession

shimmer of the sunshine on the weapons and bright armour of the military company
furnace-glow
sunshine; and it glows like a red flame in the dark
daylight
She made the sombre crowd cheerful by her erratic and glistening ray; even as a bird of bright plumage illuminates a whole tree of dusky foliage by darting to and fro, half seen and half concealed, amid the twilight of the clustering leaves.
shone
sparkled
sea- fire
flashes
sunburnt
[brilliantly]

The Revelation of the Scarlet Letter

bright
shower of golden truths
zenith
brilliant particles of a halo
glow
burning
flame
waxing dimmer and brighter, and fading at last into the light of heaven
The sun, but little past its meridian, shone down upon the clergyman, and gave a distinctness to his figure
lurid gleam of awe and horrible repugnance [?]
bright dying eyes

Conclusion

We have thrown all the light we could
clear as the mid-day sunshine
celestial radiance
dusky and lurid glow
brighter period
relieved only by one ever-glowing point of light gloomier than the shadow

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Mirrors

The Market-Place

She saw her own face, glowing with girlish beauty, and illuminating all the interior of the dusky mirror in which she had been wont to gaze at it

The Interview

was a forcible type, in its little frame, of the moral agony which Hester Prynne had borne

Pearl

Hester was looking at her own image in them, as mothers are fond of doing […] she fancied that she beheld, not her own miniature portrait, but another face in the small black mirror of Pearl’s eye. It was a face, fiend-like, full of smiling malice, yet bearing the semblance of features that she had known full well, though seldom with a smile, and never with malice, in them. It was as if an evil spirit possessed the child, and had just then peeped forth in mockery.
gazed at Hester, with that little, laughing image of a fiend peeping out—or, whether it peeped or not, her mother so imagined it—from the unsearchable abyss of her black eyes.

The Governor’s Hall

the walls being overspread with a kind of stucco, in which fragments of broken glass were plentifully intermixed; so that, when the sunshine fell aslant-wise over the front of the edifice, it glittered and sparkled as if diamonds had been flung against it by the double handful.
There was a steel head-piece, a cuirass, a gorget, and greaves, with a pair of gauntlets and a sword hanging beneath; all, and especially the helmet and breastplate, so highly burnished as to glow with white radiance, and scatter an illumination everywhere about upon the floor.
Little Pearl—who was as greatly pleased with the gleaming armour as she had been with the glittering frontispiece of the house—spent some time looking into the polished mirror of the breastplate.
Hester looked, by way of humoring the child; and she saw that, owing to the peculiar effect of this convex mirror, the scarlet letter was represented in exaggerated and gigantic proportions, so as to be greatly the most prominent feature of her appearance. In truth, she seemed absolutely hidden behind it. Pearl pointed upward, also, at a similar picture in the head-piece; smiling at her mother, with the elfish intelligence that was so familiar an expression on her small physiognomy. That look of naughty merriment was likewise reflected in the mirror, with so much breadth and intensity of effect, that it made Hester Prynne feel as if it could not be the image of her own child, but of an imp who was seeking to mould itself into Pearl’s shape.

The Elf-Child and the Minister

voice sweet, tremulous, but powerful, insomuch that the hall reëchoed, and the hollow armour rang with it

The Leech and His Patient

a light glimmered out of the physician’s eyes, burning blue and ominous, like the reflection of a furnace

The Interior of a Heart

sometimes, viewing his own face in a looking-glass, by the most powerful light which he could throw upon it. He thus typified the constant introspection wherewith he tortured, but could not purify, himself. In these lengthened vigils, his brain often reeled, and visions seemed to flit before him; perhaps seen doubtfully, and by a faint light of their own, in the remote dimness of the chamber, or more vividly, and close beside him, within the looking-glass. Now it was a herd of diabolic shapes, that grinned and mocked at the pale minister, and beckoned him away with them; now a group of shining angels, who flew upward heavily, as sorrow-laden, but grew more ethereal as they rose. Now came the dead friends of his youth, and his white-bearded father, with a saint-like frown, and his mother, turning her face away as she passed by. Ghost of a mother,—thinnest fantasy of a mother,—methinks she might yet have thrown a pitying glance towards her son! And now, through the chamber which these spectral thoughts had made so ghastly, glided Hester Prynne, leading along little Pearl, in her scarlet garb, and pointing her forefinger, first, at the scarlet letter on her bosom, and then at the clergyman’s own breast.

The Minister’s Vigil

an outcry that went pealing through the night, and was beaten back from one house to another, and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of devils, detecting so much misery and terror in it, had made a plaything of the sound, and were bandying it to and fro.
Dimmesdale’s outcry, and interpreted it, with its multitudinous echoes and reverberations, as the clamor of the fiends and night-hags, with whom she was well known to make excursions into the forest.

Another View of Hester

a new theme of reflection, and held up to her an object that appeared worthy of any exertion and sacrifice for its attainment [?]

Hester and the Physician

HESTER bade little Pearl run down to the margin of the water, and play with the shells and tangled sea-weed, until she should have talked awhile with yonder gatherer of herbs. So the child flew away like a bird, and, making bare her small white feet, went pattering along the moist margin of the sea. Here and there, she came to a full stop, and peeped curiously into a pool, left by the retiring tide as a mirror for Pearl to see her face in. Forth peeped at her, out of the pool, with dark, glistening curls around her head, and an elf-smile in her eyes, the image of a little maid, whom Pearl, having no other playmate, invited to take her hand and run a race with her. But the visionary little maid, on her part, beckoned likewise, as if to say,—“This is a better place! Come thou into the pool!” And Pearl, stepping in, mid-leg deep, beheld her own white feet at the bottom; while, out of a still lower depth, came the gleam of a kind of fragmentary smile, floating to and fro in the agitated water.

Hester and the Physician

The unfortunate physician, while uttering these words, lifted his hands with a look of horror, as if he had beheld some frightful shape, which he could not recognize, usurping the place of his own image in a glass. It was one of those moments—which sometimes occur only at the interval of years—when a man’s moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind’s eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now.

Hester and Pearl

At first, as already told, she had flirted fancifully with her own image in a pool of water, beckoning the phantom forth, and—as it declined to venture—seeking a passage for herself into its sphere of impalpable earth and unattainable sky. Soon finding, however, that either she or the image was unreal, she turned elsewhere for better pastime.

A Forest Walk

Letting the eyes follow along the course of the stream, they could catch the reflected light from its water
mirror its revelations on the smooth surface of a pool

The Pastor and His Parishioner

The soul beheld its features in the mirror of the passing moment.

The Child at the Brook-Side

But I know whose brow she has!”
that my own features were partly repeated in her face, and so strikingly that the world might see them!
Just where she had paused the brook chanced to form a pool, so smooth and quiet that it reflected a perfect image of her little figure, with all the brilliant picturesqueness of her beauty, in its adornment of flowers and wreathed foliage, but more refined and spiritualized than the reality. This image, so nearly identical with the living Pearl, seemed to communicate somewhat of its own shadowy and intangible quality to the child herself.
In the brook beneath stood another child,—another and the same,—with likewise its ray of golden light. Hester felt herself, in some indistinct and tantalizing manner, estranged from Pearl; as if the child, in her lonely ramble through the forest, had strayed out of the sphere in which she and her mother dwelt together, and was now vainly seeking to return to it.
beneath, in the mirror of the brook, there was the flower-girdled and sunny image of little Pearl, pointing her small forefinger too.
In the brook, again, was the fantastic beauty of the image, with its reflected frown, its pointed finger, and imperious gesture, giving emphasis to the aspect of little Pearl.
piercing shrieks, which the woods reverberated on all sides; so that, alone as she was in her childish and unreasonable wrath, it seemed as if a hidden multitude were lending her their sympathy and encouragement. Seen in the brook, once more, was the shadowy wrath of Pearl’s image, crowned and girdled with flowers, but stamping its foot, wildly gesticulating, and, in the midst of all, still pointing its small forefinger at Hester’s bosom!
there lay the scarlet letter, so close upon the margin of the stream, that the gold embroidery was reflected in it.

The Procession

shimmer of the sunshine on the weapons and bright armour of the military company

The Revelation of the Scarlet Letter

high strain of eloquence which was yet reverberating in their ears

Shield

The Market-Place

retaining a half-obliterated shield of arms over the portal

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