Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
These ideas connected themselves with the image of Carwin. Where is the proof, said I, that daemons may not be subjected to the controul of men? This truth may be distorted and debased in the minds of the ignorant.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
The poet's chaos was no unapt emblem of the state of my mind.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
"I left America, which is my native soil, in my youth.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Suddenly the remembrance of what had lately passed in this closet occurred. Whether midnight was approaching, or had passed, I knew not. I was, as then, alone, and defenceless. The wind was in that direction in which, aided by the deathlike repose of nature, it brought to me the murmur of the water-fall. This was mingled with that solemn and enchan
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His narratives were constructed with so much skill, and rehearsed with so much energy, that all the effects of a dramatic exhibition were frequently produced by them.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
A parallel was drawn between the cataract there described, and one which Pleyel had discovered among the Alps of Glarus. In the state of the former, some particular was mentioned, the truth of which was questionable.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
On topics of religion and of his own history, previous to his TRANSFORMATION into a Spaniard, he was invariably silent.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Presently, I considered, that whether Wieland was a maniac, a faithful servant of his God, the victim of hellish illusions, or the dupe of human imposture, was by no means certain.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
No other conclusion, therefore, was left me, but that I had mistaken the sounds, and that my imagination had transformed some casual noise into the voice of a human creature.