Monday, June 30, 2008

Edwin Lord Weeks paintings

Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
Frida Kahlo paintings
This being one of the high festivals on which I took my place at the sideboard, in command of the attendance at table, I had plenty to occupy my mind while Mr. Franklin was away. Having seen to the wine, and reviewed my men and women who were to wait at dinner, I retired to collect myself before the company came. A whiff of--you know what, and a turn at a certain book which I have had occasion to mention in these pages, composed me, body and mind. I was aroused from what I am inclined to think must have been, not a nap, but a reverie, by the clatter of horses' hoofs outside; and, going to the door, received a cavalcade comprising Mr. Franklin and his three cousins, escorted by one of old Mr. Ablewhite's grooms.
Mr. Godfrey stuck me, strangely enough, as being like Mr. Franklin in the respect--that he did not seem to be in his customary spirits. He kindly shook hands with me as usual, and was most politely glad to see his old friend Betteredge wearing so well. But there was a sort of cloud over him, which I couldn't at all account for; and when I asked how he had found his father in health, he answered rather shortly,

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill painting
Anne sighed and betook herself to the back yard, over which a young new moon was shining through the leafless poplar boughs from an apple-green western sky, and where Matthew was splitting wood. Anne perched herself on a block and talked the concert over with him, sure of an appreciative and sympathetic listener in this instance at least.
"Well now, I reckon it's going to be a pretty good concert. And I expect you'll do your part fine," he said, smiling down into her eager, vivacious little face. Anne smiled back at him. Those two were the best of friends and Matthew thanked his stars many a time and oft that he had nothing to do with bringing her up. That was Marilla's exclusive duty; if it had been his he would have been worried over frequent conflicts between inclination and said duty. As it was, he was free to, "spoil Anne"--Marilla's phrasing--as much as he liked. But it was not such a bad arrangement after all; a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill painting

Friday, June 27, 2008

Pablo Picasso Le Moulin de la Galette painting

Pablo Picasso Le Moulin de la Galette painting
Pablo Picasso Card Player painting
It was Aunt Josephine," said Diana, gasping with laughter. "Oh, Anne, it was Aunt Josephine, however she came to be there. Oh, and I know she will be furious. It's dreadful--it's really dreadful--but did you ever know anything so funny, Anne?"
"Who is your Aunt Josephine?"
"She's father's aunt and she lives in Charlottetown. She's awfully old--seventy anyhow--and I don't believe she was ever a little girl. We were expecting her out for a visit, but not so soon. She's awfully prim and proper and she'll scold dreadfully about this, I know. Well, we'll have to sleep with Minnie May--and you can't think how she kicks."
Miss Josephine Barry did not appear at the early breakfast the next morning. Mrs. Barry smiled kindly at the two little girls.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Frederic Remington paintings

Frederic Remington paintings
Francisco de Goya paintings
So far, the ordinary observer; an extraordinary observer might have seen that the chin was very pointed and pronounced; that the big eyes were full of spirit and vivacity; that the mouth was sweet-lipped and expressive; that the forehead was broad and full; in short, our discerning extraordinary observer might have concluded that no commonplace soul inhabited the body of this stray woman-child of whom shy Matthew Cuthbert was so ludicrously afraid.
Matthew, however, was spared the ordeal of speaking first, for as soon as she concluded that he was coming to her she stood up, grasping with one thin brown hand the handle of a shabby, old-fashioned carpet-bag; the other she held out to him.
"I suppose you are Mr. Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables?" she said in a peculiarly clear, sweet voice. "I'm very glad to

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting
Thomas Kinkade Gingerbread Cottage painting
er leicht und behend war, fühlte er keine Müdigkeit. Der Weg führte ihn auf einen Berg, und als er den höchsten Gipfel erreicht hatte, so saß da ein gewaltiger Riese und schaute sich ganz gemächlich um.
Das Schneiderlein ging beherzt auf ihn zu, redete ihn an und sprach: "Guten Tag, Kamerad, gelt, du sitzest da und besiehst dir die weitläufige Welt? Ich bin eben auf dem Weg dahin und will mich versuchen. Hast du Lust, mitzugehen?"
Der Riese sah den Schneider verächtlich an und sprach: "Du Lump! Du miserabler Kerl!"
"Das wäre!" antwortete das Schneiderlein, knöpfte den Rock auf und zeigte dem Riesen den Gürtel. "Da kannst du lesen, was ich für ein Mann bin."
Der Riese las "Siebene auf einen Streich", meinte, das wären Menschen gewesen, die der Schneider erschlagen hätte, und kriegte ein wenig Respekt vor dem kleinen Kerl. Doch wollte er ihn erst prüfen, nahm einen Stein in die Hand und drückte ihn zusammen, daß das Wasser heraustropfte.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings

Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings
Daniel Ridgway Knight paintings
Ach", antwortete er, laßt Gnade für Recht ergehen, ich habe mich nur aus Not dazu entschlossen. Meine Frau hat Eure Rapunzeln aus dem Fenster erblickt und empfindet ein so großes Gelüsten, daß sie sterben würde, wenn sie nicht davon zu essen bekommt.
Da ließ die Zauberin in ihrem Zorne nach und sprach zu ihm: "Verhält es sich so, wie du sagst so will ich dir gestatten, Rapunzeln mitzunehmen, soviel du willst; allein ich mache eine Bedingung: Du mußt mir das Kind geben, das deine Frau zur Welt bringen wird. Es soll ihm gut gehen, und ich will für es sorgen wie eine Mutter."
Der Mann sagte in der Angst alles zu, und als die Frau in Wochen kam, so erschien sogleich die Zauberin, gab dem Kinde den Namen Rapunzel und nahm es mit sich fort.
Rapunzel ward das schönste Kind unter der Sonne. Als es zwölf Jahre alt war, schloß es die Zauberin in einen Turm, der in einem Walde lag und weder Treppe noch Türe hatte;

Daniel Ridgway Knight Knight Picking Flowers painting

Daniel Ridgway Knight Knight Picking Flowers painting
William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as Children painting
Ach du gottloses Kind!" rief die Zauberin, "was muß ich von dir hören; ich dachte, ich hatte dich von aller Welt geschieden, und du hast mich doch betrogen!"
In ihrem Zorn packte sie die schönen Haare der Rapunzel, schlug sie ein paarmal um ihre linke Hand, griff eine Schere mit der rechten, und, ritsch, ratsch, waren sie abgeschnitten, und die schönen Flechten lagen auf der Erde. Und sie war so unbarmherzig, daß sie die arme Rapunzel in eine Wüstenei brachte, wo sie in großem Jammer und Elend leben mußte.
Denselben Tag aber, wo sie Rapunzel verstoßen hatte, machte abends die Zauberin die abgeschnittenen Flechten oben am Fensterhaken fest, und als der Königssohn kam und rief:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,Laß mir dein Haar herunter!"

Monday, June 23, 2008

Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings

Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
Allan R.Banks paintings
Gib dich zufrieden", antwortete der Frosch, "ich kann wohl Rat schaffen, aber was gibst du mir, wenn ich dein Spielwerk wieder heraufhole?"
"Was du willst, lieber Frosch", sagte sie, "meine Kleider, meine Perlen und Edelsteine, dazu die goldne Krone, die ich trage."
Der Frosch antwortete "deine Kleider, deine Perlen und Edelsteine, deine goldne Krone, die mag ich nicht: aber wenn du mich lieb haben willst, und ich soll dein Geselle und Spielkamerad sein, an deinem Tischlein neben dir sitzen, von deinem goldnen Tellerlein essen, aus deinem Becherlein trinken, in deinem Bettlein schlafen: wenn du mir das versprichst, so will ich dir die goldne Kugel wieder aus dem Grunde hervor holen".
"Ach ja", sagte sie, "ich verspreche dir alles,, wenn du mir nur die Kugel wieder bringst." Sie dachte aber "was der einfältige Frosch schwätzt, der sitzt im Wasser bei seines Gleichen, und quakt, und kann keines Menschen Geselle sein".

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting
Pino Restfull painting
Der König, der sein liebes Kind vor dem Unglück gern bewahren wollte, ließ den Befehl ausgehen, daß alle Spindeln im ganzen Königreiche sollten verbrannt werden. An dem Mädchen aber wurden die Gaben der weisen Frauen sämtlich erfüllt, denn es war so schön, sittsam, freundlich und verständig daß es jedermann, der es ansah, liebhaben mußte. Es geschah, daß an dem Tage, wo es gerade fünfzehn Jahre alt ward, der König und die Königin nicht zu Haus waren und das Mädchen ganz allein im Schloß zurückblieb. Da ging es allerorten herum, besah Stuben und Kammern, wie es Lust hatte, und kam endlich auch an einen alten Turm. Es stieg die enge Wendeltreppe hinauf und gelangte zu einer kleinen Türe. In dem Schloß steckte ein verrosteter Schlüssel, und als es ihn umdrehte, sprang die Türe auf, und da saß in einem kleinen Stübchen eine alte Frau mit einer Spindel und spann emsig ihren Flachs.
"Guten Tag, du altes Mütterchen", sprach die Königstochter, "was machst du da?"

Thomas Kinkade elegant evening painting

Thomas Kinkade elegant evening painting
Thomas Kinkade Deer Creek Cottage painting
Darauf erzählte sie dem König den Frevel, den die böse Hexe und ihre Tochter an ihr verübt hatten. Der König ließ beide vor Gericht führen, und es ward ihnen das Urteil gesprochen. Die Tochter ward in den Wald geführt, wo sie die wilden Tiere zerrissen, die Hexe aber ward ins Feuer gelegt und mußte jammervoll verbrennen. Und wie sie zu Asche verbrannt war, verwandelte sich das Rehkälbchen und erhielt seine menschliche Gestalt wieder; Schwesterchen und Brüderchen aber lebten glücklich zusammen bis an ihr Ende. Little brother took his little sister by the hand and said, "Since our mother died we have had no happiness. Our step-mother beats us every day, and if we come near her she kicks us away with her foot. Our meals are the hard crusts of bread that are left over. And the little dog under the table is better off, for she often throws it a choice morsel. God pity us, if our mother only knew. Come, we will go forth together into the wide world."
They walked the whole day over meadows, fields, and stony places. And when it rained the little sister said, "Heaven and our hearts are weeping together." In the evening they came to a large forest, and they were so weary with sorrow and hunger and the long walk, that they lay down in a hollow tree and fell asleep.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Thomas Kinkade Brookeside Hideaway painting

Thomas Kinkade Brookeside Hideaway painting
Thomas Kinkade Bridge of Faith painting
Aschenputtel gehorchte, weinte aber, weil es auch gern zum Tanz mitgegangen wäre, und bat die Stiefmutter, sie möchte es ihm erlauben.
"Du Aschenputtel" sprach sie, "bist voll Staub und Schmutz, und willst zur Hochzeit? du hast keine Kleider und Schuhe, und willst tanzen". Als es aber mit Bitten anhielt, sprach sie endlich "da habe ich dir eine Schüssel Linsen in die Asche geschüttet, wenn du die Linsen in zwei Stunden wieder ausgelesen hast, so sollst du mitgehen."
Das Mädchen ging durch die Hintertür nach dem Garten und rief "ihr zahmen Täubchen, ihr Turteltäubchen, all ihr Vöglein unter dem Himmel, kommt und helft mir lesen,
die guten ins Töpfchen, die schlechten ins Kröpfchen."
Da kamen zum Küchenfenster zwei weiße Täubchen herein,

Thursday, June 19, 2008

oil painting for sale

oil painting for sale
forfeit—a forfeit,” shouted the robbers; “a Saxon hath thirty zecchins, and returns sober from a village! An undeniable and unredeemable forfeit of all he hath about him.”
“I hoarded it to purchase my freedom,” said Gurth.The heralds left their pricking up and down,Now ringen trumpets loud and clarion.There is no more to say, but east and west,In go the speares sadly in the rest,In goth the sharp spur into the side,There see men who can just and who can ride;There shiver shaftes upon shieldes thick,He feeleth through the heart-spone the prick;Up springen speares, twenty feet in height,Out go the swordes to the silver bright;The helms they to-hewn and to-shred;Out burst the blood with stern streames red. –Chaucer.–
Morning arose in unclouded splendour, and ere the sun was much above the horison, the idlest or the most eager of the spectators appeared on the common, moving to the lists as to a general centre, in order to secure a favourable situation for viewing the continuation of the expected games.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting
Pino Restfull painting
I swear to you by all that I hold sacred that I have not removed or touched her. What happened was this. Two nights ago my friend Seward and I came here, with good purpose, believe me.I opened that coffin, which was then sealed up, and we found it as now, empty. We then waited, and saw something white come through the trees. The next day we came here in daytime and she lay there. Did she not, friend John?
“Yes.”
“That night we were just in time. One more so small child was missing, and we find it,thank God,unharmed amongst the graves.Yesterday I came here before sundown, for at sundown the Un-Dead can move. I waited here all night till the sun rose, but I saw nothing. It was most probable that it was because I had laid over the clamps of those doors garlic, which the Un-Dead cannot bear, and other things which they shun. Last night there was no exodus, so tonight before the sundown I took away my garlic and other things. And so it is we find this coffin empty. But bear with me. So far there is much that is strange. Wait you with me outside, unseen and unheard, and things much stranger are yet

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Famous painting

Famous painting
A hundred.”
“That’s quite as many as we shall want. Let us load the guns.”
The four musketeers went to work. As they were loading the last musket Grimaud signified that breakfast was ready.
Athos replied, still by gestures, that it was all right, and showed Grimaud a kind of pepper-box, making him understand that he was to stand as sentinel. Only, to alleviate the tedium of the duty, Athos allowed him to take a loaf, two cutlets, and a bottle of wine.
“And now, to table,” said Athos.
The four friends sat down on the ground, with their legs crossed, like Turks or tailors.
“But the secret?” said D’Artagnan.
“The secret is,” said Athos, “that I saw milady last night.”
D’Artagnan was lifting a glass to his lips, but at the mention of milady his hand shook so that he put the glass on the ground again, for fear of spilling the contents.

Monday, June 16, 2008

oil painting from picture

oil painting from picture
"Well, the matter ended by a second meeting, at which Mahomet Singh, Abdullah Khan, and Dost Akbar were all present. We talked the matter over again, and at last we came to an arrangement. We were to provide both the officers with charts of the part of the Agra fort, and mark the place in the wall where the treasure was hid. Major Sholto was to go to India to test our story. If he found the box he was to leave it there, to send out a small yacht provisioned for a voyage, which was to lie off Rutland Island, and to which we were to make our way, and finally to return to his duties. Captain Morstan was then to apply for leave of absence, to meet us at Agra, and there we were to have a final division of the treasure, he taking the major's share as well as his own. All this we sealed by the most solemn oaths that the mind could think or the lips utter. I sat up all night with paper and ink, and by the morning I had the two charts all ready, signed with the sign of four -- that is, of Abdullah, Akbar, Mahomet, and myself.
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"Well, gentlemen, I weary you with my long story, and I know that my friend Mr. Jones is impatient to get me safely stowed in chokey. I'll make it as short as I can. The villain Sholto

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Eduard Manet paintings

Eduard Manet paintings
Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
deduction. Observation tells me that you have a little reddish mould adhering to your instep. Just opposite the Wigmore Street Office they have taken up the pavement and thrown up some earth, which lies in such a way that it is difficult to avoid treading in it in entering. The earth is of this peculiar reddish tint which is found, as far as I know, nowhere else in the neighbourhood. So much is observation. The rest is deduction."
"How, then, did you deduce the telegram?"
"Why, of course I knew that you had not written a letter, since I sat opposite
-92-to you all morning. I see also in your open desk there that you have a sheet of stamps and a thick bundle of postcards. What could you go into the post-office for, then, but to send a wire? Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth."
"In this case it certainly is so," I replied after a little thought. "The thing, however, is, as you say, of the simplest. Would you think me impertinent if I were to put your theories to a more severe test?"

Friday, June 13, 2008

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
Mi perdonato, gentle master mine,I am in all affected as yourself;Glad that you thus continue your resolveTo suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.Only, good master, while we do admireThis virtue and this moral discipline,Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;Or so devote to Aristotle's chequesAs Ovid be an outcast quite abjured:Balk logic with acquaintance that you haveAnd practise rhetoric in your common talk;Music and poesy use to quicken you;The mathematics and the metaphysics,Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you;No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en:In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
LUCENTIO
Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,We could at once put us in readiness,And take a lodging fit to entertainSuch friends as time in Padua shall beget.But stay a while: what company is this?

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Igor V.Babailov paintings

Igor V.Babailov paintings
Juarez Machado paintings
From his garden, Mr. Collins would have led them round his two meadows, but the ladies, not having shoes to encounter the remains of a white frost, turned back; and while Sir William accompanied him, Charlotte took her sister and friend over the house, extremely well pleased, probably, to have the opportunity of shewing it without her husband's help. It was rather small, but well built and convenient; and everything was fitted up and arranged with a neatness and consistency of which Elizabeth gave Charlotte all the credit. When Mr. Collins could be forgotten, there was really a great air of comfort throughout, and by Charlotte's evident enjoyment of it, Elizabeth supposed he must be often forgotten. She had already learnt that Lady Catherine was still in the country. It was spoken of again while they were at dinner, when Mr. Collins joining in, observed,
``Yes, Miss Elizabeth, you will have the honour of seeing Lady Catherine de Bourgh on the ensuing Sunday at church, and I need not say you will be delighted with her. She is all affability and condescension, and I doubt not but you will be honoured with some portion of her notice when service is over. I have scarcely any hesitation in saying that she will include you and my sister Maria in every invitation with

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Claude Monet Boulevard des Capucines painting

Claude Monet Boulevard des Capucines painting
Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting
Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them tomake me afeard.
[Re-enter SNOUT]
SNOUT
O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
BOTTOM
What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, doyou?
[Exit SNOUT]
[Re-enter QUINCE]
QUINCE
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou arttranslated.
[Exit]
BOTTOM
I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;to fright me, if they could. But I will not stirfrom this place, do what they can: I will walk upand down here, and I will sing, that they shall hearI am not afraid.
[Sings]
The ousel cock so black of hue,With orange-tawny bill,The throstle with his note so true,The wren with little quill, -- [Awaking]
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
BOTTOM
[Sings]
The finch, the sparrow and the lark,The plain-song cuckoo gray,Whose note full many a man doth mark,And dares not answer nay; -- for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolisha bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry'cuckoo' never so?

Monday, June 9, 2008

Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting

Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
Wallis Roman Girl painting
It was a Sunday in February, an afternoon when the snow was falling.
They had all, Monsieur and Madame Bovary, Homais, and Monsieur Leon, gone to see a yarn-mill that was being built in the valley a mile and a half from Yonville. The druggist had taken Napoleon and Athalie to give them some exercise, and Justin accompanied them, carrying the umbrellas on his shoulder.
Nothing, however, could be less curious than this curiosity. A great piece of waste ground, on which pell-mell, amid a mass of sand and stones, were a few break-wheels, already rusty, surrounded by a quadrangular building pierced by a number of little windows. The building was unfinished; the sky could be seen through the joists of the roofing. Attached to the stop-plank of the gable a bunch of straw mixed with corn-ears fluttered its tricoloured ribbons in the wind.Homais was talking. He explained to the company the future importance of this establishment, computed the strength of the floorings, the thickness of the walls, and regretted extremely not having a yard-stick such as Monsieur Binet possessed for his own special use.

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings
Eugene de Blaas paintings
Eduard Manet paintings
Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
cur can lend three thousand ducats?' OrShall I bend low and in a bondman's key,With bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this;'Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;You spurn'd me such a day; another timeYou call'd me dog; and for these courtesiesI'll lend you thus much moneys'?
ANTONIO
I am as like to call thee so again,To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.If thou wilt lend this money, lend it notAs to thy friends; for when did friendship takeA breed for barren metal of his friend?But lend it rather to thine enemy,Who, if he break, thou mayst with better faceExact the penalty.
SHYLOCK
Why, look you, how you storm!I would be friends with you and have your love,Forget the shames that you have stain'd me with,Supply your present wants and take no doitOf usance for my moneys, and you'll not hear me:This is kind I offer.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Knight A Sunny Morning at Beaumont-Le Roger painting

Knight A Sunny Morning at Beaumont-Le Roger painting
Tissot Too Early painting
Vernet Two Soldiers On Horseback painting
Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting
How does she act?" inquired the Doctor.
"Well, it isn't easy to explain," said Mr. Pontellier, throwing himself back in his chair. "She lets the housekeeping go to the dickens."
"Well, well; women are not all alike, my dear Pontellier. We've got to consider -- "
"I know that; I told you I couldn't explain. Her whole attitude -- toward me and everybody and everything -- has changed. You know I have a quick temper, but I don't want to quarrel or be rude to a woman, especially my wife; yet I'm driven to it, and feel like ten thousand devils after I've made a fool of myself. She's making it devilishly uncomfortable for me," he went on nervously. "She's got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women; and -- you understand -- we meet in the morning at the breakfast table."
The old gentleman lifted his shaggy eyebrows, protruded his thick nether lip, and tapped the arms of his chair with his cushioned fingertips.
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"What have you been doing to her, Pontellier?"
"Doing! Parbleu!"

Vincent van Gogh paintings

Vincent van Gogh paintings
Vittore Carpaccio paintings
Warren Kimble paintings
Wassily Kandinsky paintings
While Edna worked she sometimes sang low the little air, "Ah! si tu savais!"
It moved her with recollections. She could hear again the ripple of the water, the flapping sail. She could see the glint of the moon upon the bay, and could feel the soft, gusty beating of the hot south wind. A subtle current of desire passed through her body, weakening her hold upon the brushes and making her eyes burn.
There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why, -- when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her
-150-like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation. She could not work on such a day, nor weave fancies to stir her pulses and warm her blood.

Church North Lake painting

Church North Lake painting
Church Landscape in the Adirondacks painting
Chase After the Rain painting
Fantin-Latour Flowers in a Bowl painting
Give it to me,” said the Archdeacon. “Magic pure and simple, Maître Jacques!” he cried, as he cast his eyes over the scroll. “’Emen-Hétan!’ that is the cry of the ghouls when they arrive at the witches’ Sabbath. ’Per ipsum, et cum ipso, et in ipso!’ that is the conjuration which rebinds the devil in hell. ’Hax, pax, max!’ that refers to medicine— a spell against the bite of a mad dog. Maître Jacques, you are King’s attorney in the Ecclesiastical Court; this parchment is an abomination.”Te Deum laudamus!” exclaimed Master Jehan, crawling out of his hole; “the two old owls have gone at last. Och! och! Hax! pax! max!— fleas!— mad dogs!— the devil! I’ve had enough of their conversation. My head hums like a belfry. And mouldy cheese into the bargain! Well, cheer up! let’s be off with the big brother’s purse and convert all these coins into bottles.”
He cast a look of fond admiration into the interior of the precious pouch, adjusted his dress, rubbed his shoes, dusted his shabby sleeves, which were white with ashes, whistled a tune, cut a lively step or two, looked about the cell to see if there was anything else worth taking, rummaged about the furnace and managed to collect a glass amulet or so by way of trinket to give to Isabeau la Thierrye, and finally opened the

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

painting idea

painting idea
"It is truly astonishing!" -- he cried, after hearing what she said -- "what could be the Colonel's motive?"
"A very simple one -- to be of use to Mr. Ferrars."
"Well, well; whatever Colonel Brandon may be, Edward is a very lucky man! -- You will not mention the matter to Fanny, however; for though I have broke it to her, and she bears it vastly well, -- she will not like to hear it much talked of."
Elinor had some difficulty here to refrain from observing, that she thought Fanny might have borne with composure, an acquisition of wealth to her brother, by which neither she nor her child could be possibly impoverished.
"Mrs. Ferrars," added he, lowering his voice to the tone becoming so important a subject, "knows nothing about it at present, and I believe it will be best to keep it entirely concealed from her as long as may be. -- When the marriage takes place, I fear she must hear of it all."

Dali The Rose painting

Dali The Rose painting
Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting
Gogh Irises painting
Morisot Boats on the Seine painting
Elinor did not offer to detain him; and they parted, with a very earnest assurance on her side of her unceasing good wishes for his happiness in every change of situation that might befal him; on his, with rather an attempt to return the same good will, than the power of expressing it.
"When I see him again," said Elinor to herself, as the door shut him out, "I shall see him the husband of Lucy."
And with this pleasing anticipation, she sat down to re-consider the past, recall the words, and endeavoured to comprehend all the feelings of Edward; and, of course, to reflect on her own with discontent.
When Mrs. Jennings came home, though she returned from seeing people whom she had never seen before, and of whom therefore she must have a great deal to say, her mind was so much more occupied by the important secret in her possession, than by anything else, that she reverted to it again as soon as Elinor appeared.

hassam The Sonata painting

hassam The Sonata painting
Pino Soft Light painting
Pino Mystic Dreams painting
Volegov Yellow Roses painting
The Miss Dashwoods had now been rather more than two months in town, and Marianne's impatience to be gone increased every day. She sighed for the air, the liberty, the quiet of the country; and fancied that if any place could give her ease, Barton must do it. Elinor was hardly less anxious than herself for their removal, and only so much less bent on its being effected immediately, as that she was conscious of the difficulties of so long a journey, which Marianne could not be brought to acknowledge. She began, however, seriously to turn her thoughts towards its accomplishment, and had already mentioned their wishes to their kind hostess, who resisted them with all the eloquence of her good-will, when a plan was suggested, which though detaining them from home yet a few weeks longer, appeared to Elinor altogether much more eligible than any other. The Palmers were to remove to Cleveland about the end of March, for the Easter holidays; and Mrs. Jennings, with both her friends, received a very warm invitation from Charlotte to go with them. This would not, in itself, have been sufficient for the delicacy of Miss Dashwood; -- but it was inforced with so much real politeness by Mr. Palmer himself, as, joined to the very great amendment of his manners towards them since her sister had been known to be unhappy, induced her to accept it with pleasure.

Lady Laura Teresa Alma-Tadema paintings

Lady Laura Teresa Alma-Tadema paintings
Louise Abbema paintings
Leonardo da Vinci paintings
Lord Frederick Leighton paintings
directly (with a great deal about sweet and love, you know, and all that -- Oh, la! one can't repeat such kind of things, you know) -- she told him directly, she had not the least mind in the world to be off, for she could live with him upon a trifle, and how little soever he might have, she should be very glad to have it all, you know, or something of the kind. So then he was monstrous happy, and talked on some time about what they should do, and they agreed he should take orders directly, and they must wait to be married till he got a living. And just then I could not hear any more, for my cousin called from below to tell me Mrs. Richardson was come in her coach, and would take one of us to Kensington Gardens; so I was forced to go into the room and interrupt them, to ask Lucy if she would like to go, but she did not care to leave Edward; so I just run up stairs and put on a pair of silk stockings, and came off with the Richardsons."
"I do not understand what you mean by interrupting them" said Elinor; "you were all in the same room together, were not you?"

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Benjamin Williams Leader paintings

Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
Berthe Morisot paintings
Cheri Blum paintings That is an expression, Sir John," said Marianne warmly, "which I particularly dislike. I abhor every common-place phrase by which wit is intended; and 'setting one's cap at a man,' or 'making a conquest,' are the most odious of all. Their tendency is gross and illiberal; and if their construction could ever be deemed clever, time has long ago destroyed all its ingenuity."
Sir John did not much understand this reproof; but he laughed as heartily as if he did, and then replied, --
"Aye, you will make conquests enough, I dare say, one way or other. Poor Brandon! he is quite smitten already, and he is very well worth setting your cap at, I can tell you, in spite of all this tumbling about and spraining of ankles." Marianne's preserver, as Margaret, with more elegance than precision, stiled Willoughby, called at the cottage early the next morning to make his personal inquiries. He was received by Mrs. Dashwood with more than politeness -- with a kindness which Sir John's account of him and her own gratitude prompted; and everything that passed during the visit, tended to assure him of the sense, elegance, mutual affection, and domestic comfort of the family to whom accident had now introduced him. Of their personal charms he had not required a second interview to be convinced.

Bouguereau The Wave painting

Bouguereau The Wave painting
Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
Knight A Bend in the River painting
Sargent Sargent Poppies painting
Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but marry all the rest of the world. In the promotion of this object, she was zealously active, as far as her ability reached, and missed no opportunity of projecting weddings among all the young people of her acquaintance. She was remarkably quick in the discovery of attachments, and had enjoyed the advantage of raising the blushes and the vanity of many a young lady by insinuations of her power over such a young man; and this kind of discernment enabled her soon after her arrival at Barton decisively to pronounce that Colonel Brandon was very much in love with Marianne Dashwood. She rather suspected it to be so, on the very first evening of their being together, from his listening so attentively while she sang to them; and when the visit was returned by the Middletons dining at the cottage, the fact was ascertained by his listening to her again. It must be so. She was perfectly convinced of it. It would be an excellent match, for he was rich and she was handsome. Mrs. Jennings had been anxious to see Colonel Brandon well married, ever since her connection with Sir John first brought him to her knowledge; and she was always anxious to get a good husband for every pretty girl.

Godward Under the Blossom that Hangs on the Bough painting

Godward Under the Blossom that Hangs on the Bough painting
Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting
Stiltz BV Beauty painting
Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting
No sooner was her answer dispatched, than Mrs. Dashwood indulged herself in the pleasure of announcing to her son-in-law and his wife that she was provided with an house, and should incommode them no longer than till everything were ready for her inhabiting it. They heard her with surprise. Mrs. John Dashwood said nothing; but her husband civilly hoped that she would not be settled far from Norland. She had great satisfaction in replying that she was going into Devonshire. Edward turned hastily towards her on hearing this, and in a voice of surprise and concern, which required no explanation to her, repeated, "Devonshire! Are you, indeed, going there? So far from hence! And to what part of it?" She explained the situation. It was within four miles northward of Exeter.
"It is but a cottage," she continued, "but I hope to see many of my friends in it. A room or two can easily be added; and if my friends find no difficulty in travelling so far to see me, I am sure I will find none in accommodating them."

Bierstadt Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains California painting

Bierstadt Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains California painting
Bierstadt Autumn Woods painting
Knight Knight Picking Flowers painting
Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting
"He would certainly have done more justice to simple and elegant prose. I thought so at the time; but you would give him Cowper."
"Nay, mama, if he is not to be animated by Cowper! -- but we must allow for difference of taste. Elinor has not my feelings, and therefore she may overlook it, and be happy with him. But it would have broke my heart had I loved him, to hear him read with so little sensibility. Mama, the more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much! He must have all Edward's virtues, and his person and manners must ornament his goodness with every possible charm."
"Remember, my love, that you are not seventeen. It is yet too early in life to despair of such an happiness. Why should you be less fortunate than your mother? In one circumstance only, my Marianne, may your destiny be different from hers!"

Rudolf Ernst paintings

Rudolf Ernst paintings
Robert Campin paintings
Rembrandt paintings
Raphael paintings
belonging to each of the girls, which brings them in fifty pounds a-year a-piece, and, of course, they will pay their mother for their board out of it. Altogether, they will have five hundred a-year amongst them, and what on earth can four women want for more than that? They will live so cheap! Their housekeeping will be nothing at all. They will have no carriage, no horses, and hardly any servants; they will keep no company, and can have no expences of any kind! Only conceive how comfortable they will be! Five hundred a-year! I am sure I cannot imagine how they will spend half of it; and as to your giving them more, it is quite absurd to think of it. They will be much more able to give you something."
"Upon my word," said Mr. Dashwood, "I believe you are perfectly right. My father certainly could mean nothing more by his request to me than what you say. I clearly understand it now, and I will strictly fulfil my engagement by such acts of assistance and kindness to them as you have described. When my mother removes into another house my services shall be readily given to accommodate her as far as I can. Some little present of furniture, too, may be acceptable then."

Goya Nude Maja painting

Goya Nude Maja painting
hassam Geraniums painting
Kahlo Roots painting
Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting
A party for the Blenkers -- the Blenkers?''
Mr. Welland laid down his knife and fork and looked anxiously and incredulously across the luncheon-table at his wife, who, adjusting her gold eye-glasses, read aloud, in the tone of high comedy: ``Professor and Mrs. Emerson Sillerton request the pleasure of Mr. and Mrs. Welland's company at the meeting of the Wednesday Afternoon Club on August 25th at 3 o'clock punctually. To meet Mrs. and the Misses Blenker. ``Red Gables, Catherine Street. R. S. V. P.''
``Good gracious -- '' Mr. Welland gasped, as if a second reading had been necessary to bring the monstrous absurdity of the thing home to him.
``Poor Amy Sillerton -- you never can tell what her husband will do next,'' Mrs. Welland sighed. ``I suppose he's just discovered the Blenkers.''
Professor Emerson Sillerton was a thorn in the side of Newport society; and a thorn that could not be plucked out, for it grew on a venerable and venerated family tree. He was, as people said, a man who had

Martin Johnson Heade paintings

Martin Johnson Heade paintings
Nancy O'Toole paintings
Philip Craig paintings
Paul McCormack paintings
``Gad,'' Archer heard Lawrence Lefferts say, ``not one of the lot holds the bow as she does''; and Beaufort retorted: ``Yes; but that's the only kind of target she'll ever hit.''
Archer felt irrationally angry. His host's contemptuous tribute to May's ``niceness'' was just what a husband
-211-should have wished to hear said of his wife. The fact that a coarseminded man found her lacking in attraction was simply another proof of her quality; yet the words sent a faint shiver through his heart. What if ``niceness'' carried to that supreme degree were only a negation, the curtain dropped before an emptiness? As he looked at May, returning flushed and calm from her final bull's-eye, he had the feeling that he had never yet lifted that curtain.
She took the congratulations of her rivals and of the rest of the company with the simplicity that was her crowning grace. No one could ever be jealous of her triumphs because she

Decorative painting

Decorative painting
During the homeward drive Archer pondered deeply on this episode. His hour with M. Rivière had put new air into his lungs, and his first impulse had been to invite him to dine the next day; but he was beginning to understand why married men did not always immediately yield to their first impulses.
``That young tutor is an interesting fellow: we had some awfully good talk after dinner about books and things,'' he threw out tentatively in the hansom.
May roused herself from one of the dreamy silences into which he had read so many meanings before six months of marriage had given him the key to them.
``The little Frenchman? Wasn't he dreadfully common?'' she questioned coldly; and he guessed that she nursed a secret disappointment at having been invited out in London to meet a clergyman and a French tutor. The disappointment was not occasioned by the sentiment ordinarily defined as snobbishness, but by old New York's sense of what was due to it when it risked its dignity in foreign lands. If May's parents had entertained the Carfrys in Fifth Avenue they would have offered them something more substantial than a parson and a schoolmaster.
But Archer was on edge, and took her up.
``Common -- common where?'' he queried; and she

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Kahlo The Suicide of Dorothy Hale painting

Kahlo The Suicide of Dorothy Hale painting
Kahlo The Two Fridas painting
Kahlo Thinking about Death painting
Kahlo The Love Embrace of the Universe the Earth Mexico Me Diego and Mr Xolotl painting
On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled the parchment-scroll, and read as follows: -- "The Queen of hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day: The knave of hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite away!" Consider your verdict," the King said to the jury.
"Not yet, not yet!" the Rabbit hastily interrupted. "There's a great deal to come before that!"
"Call the first witness," said the King; and the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, "First witness!"
The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. "I beg pardon, your Majesty," he began, "for bringing these in: but I hadn't quite finished my tea when I was sent for."
"You ought to have finished," said the King. When did you begin?"
The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. "Fourteenth of March, I think it was," he said.
"Fifteenth," said the March Hare.
"Sixteenth," added the Dormouse."
"Write that down," the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.

Kahlo Portrait of Virginia Nina painting

Kahlo Portrait of Virginia Nina painting
Kahlo Roots painting
Kahlo Self Portrait 1-1940 painting
Kahlo Self Portrait 1922 painting
Kahlo Self Portrait 1940 painting
creatures got so close to her, one on each side, and opened their eyes and mouths so very wide, but she gained courage as she went on. Her listeners were perfectly quiet till she got to the part about her repeating, "You are old, Father William," to the Caterpillar and the words all coming different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and said, "That's very curious."
"It's all about as curious as it can be," said the Gryphon.
"It all came different!" the Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully. "I should like to hear her repeat something now. Tell her to begin." He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice.
"Stand up and repeat, `'Tis the voice of the sluggard,' " said the Gryphon.
"How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat lessons!" thought Alice. "I might as well be at school at once." However, she got up, and began to repeat it, but her head was so full of the Lobster-Quadrille, that she hardly knew what she was saying, and the words came very queer indeed : --

Kahlo Flower of Life painting

Kahlo Flower of Life painting
Kahlo Four Inhabitants of Mexico painting
Kahlo Frida and Diego Rivera painting
Kahlo Frida and Stalin painting
silent, and looked very uncomfortable.
The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to settle the question, and they repeated their arguments to her, though, as they all spoke at once, she found it very hard to make out exactly what they said.
The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a head unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn't going to begin at his time of life.
The King's argument was, that anything that had head could be beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense.
The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about it in less than no time, she'd have everybody executed, all round. (It was this last remark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious.)
Alice could think of nothing else to say but "It belongs to the Duchess : you'd better ask her about it."

Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting

Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting
Hoffman beverley disrobing painting
Hoffman candace painting
Hoffman study for the pause painting
Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in all her life; it was all ridges and furrows; the croquet-balls were live hedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to stand upon their hands and feet, to make the arches.
The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under her arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely straightened out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it would twist itself round and look up in her face, with such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing: and when she had got its head down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this, there was generally a ridge or a furrow in the way wherever she wanted to send the
-116-hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed.

Stiltz The Champagne painting

Stiltz The Champagne painting
royo Azul Mediterraneo painting
royo Dos Figuras painting
royo El Jarron de Manises painting
"I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least -- at least I mean what I say -- that's the same thing, you know."
"Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter, "You might just as well say that `I see what I eat' is the same thing as `I eat what I see'!"
"You might just as well say," added the March Hare, "that `I like what I get' is the same thing as `I get what I like'!"
"You might just as well say," added the
-95-Dormouse who seemed to be talking in his sleep "that `I breathe when I sleep' is the same thing as `I sleep when I breathe'!"
"It is the same thing with you," said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn't much.

David Hardy paintings

David Hardy paintings
Dirck Bouts paintings
Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings
Daniel Ridgway Knight paintings
of the right-hand bit to try the effect; the next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot! She was a good deal frightened by this very
-70-sudden change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of the left-hand bit.
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"Come, my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when he looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her. What can all that green stuff be?" said Alice. "And where have my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?" She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the distant green leaves.
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her ands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her