And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.


Mosses from an Old Manse...: In Two Parts (ed. 1846)

Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined...

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined...

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined...

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined...