Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings

Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
Aubrey Beardsley paintings
CONSIDERATION for poor Lady Verinder forbade me even to hint that I had guessed the melancholy truth, before she opened her lips. I waited her pleasure in silence; and, having privately arranged to say a few sustaining words at the first convenient opportunity,felt prepared for any duty that could claim me, no matter how painful it might be.
`I have been seriously ill, Drusilla, for some time past,' my aunt began. `And, strange to say, without knowing it myself.'
I thought of the thousands and thousands of perishing human creatures who were all at that moment spiritually ill, without knowing it themselves. And I greatly feared that my poor aunt might be one of the number. `Yes, dear,' I said, sadly. `Yes.'
`I brought Rachel to London, as you know, for medical advice,' she went on. `I thought it right to consult two doctors.'
Two doctors! And, oh me (in Rachel's state), not one clergyman! `Yes, dear?' I said once more. `Yes?'
`One of the two medical men,' proceeded my aunt, `was a stranger to me. The other had been an old friend of my husband's, and had always

Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings

Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings
Peder Severin Kroyer paintings
privilege. Necessity, which spares our betters, has no pity on us. We learn to put our feelings back into ourselves, and to jog on with our duties as patiently as may be. I don't complain of this -- I only notice it. Penelope and I were ready for the Sergeant, as soon as the Sergeant was ready on his side. Asked if she knew what had led her fellow-servant to destroy herself, my daughter answered (as you will foresee) that it was for love of Mr. Franklin Blake. Asked next, if she had mentioned this notion of hers to any other person, Penelope answered, `I have not mentioned it, for Rosanna's sake.' I felt it necessary to add a word to this. I said, `And for Mr. Franklin's sake, my dear, as well. If Rosanna has died for love of him, it is not with his knowledge or by his fault. Let him leave the house to-day, if he does leave it, without the useless pain of knowing the truth.' Sergeant Cuff said, `Quite right,' and fell silent again; comparing Penelope's notion (as it seemed to me) with some other notion of his own which he kept to himself.
At the end of the half-hour, my mistress's bell rang.
On my way to answer it, I met Mr. Franklin coming out of his aunt's sitting-room. He mentioned that her ladyship was ready to see Sergeant Cuff -- in my presence as before -- and he added that he himself wanted to say two words to the Sergeant first. On our way back to my room, he stopped, and looked at the railway time-table in the hall.

George Inness paintings

George Inness paintings
George Frederick Watts paintings
declare my lady turned a shade paler at the sight of him! She commanded herself, however, in other respects, and asked the Sergeant if he had any objection to my being present. She was so good as to add, that I was her trusted adviser, as well as her old servant, and that in anything which related to the household I was the person whom it might be most profitable to consult. The Sergeant politely answered that he would take my presence as a favour, having something to say about the servants in general, and having found my experience in that quarter already of some use to him. My lady pointed to two chairs, and we set in for our conference immediately.
`I have already formed an opinion on this case,' says Sergeant Cuff, `which I beg your ladyship's permission to keep to myself for the present. My business now is to mention what I have discovered upstairs in Miss Verinder's sitting-room, and what I have decided (with your ladyship's leave) on doing next.'
He then went into the matter of the smear on the paint, and stated the conclusions he drew from it-- just as he had stated them (only with greater respect of language) to Superintendent See-grave. `One thing,' he said, in conclusion, `is certain. The Diamond is missing out of the drawer in the cabinet. Another thing is next to certain. The marks from the smear

Johannes Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting

Johannes Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting
Claude Monet Girls In A Boat painting
extremely solemn, Marilla. And we decided that we would try to be very careful indeed and form respectable habits and learn all we could and be as sensible as possible, so that by the time we were twenty our characters would be properly developed. It's perfectly appalling to think of being twenty, Marilla. It sounds so fearfully old and grown up. But why was Miss Stacy here this afternoon?"
"That is what I want to tell you, Anne, if you'll ever give me a chance to get a word in edgewise. She was talking about you."
"About me?" Anne looked rather scared. Then she flushed and exclaimed:
"Oh, I know what she was saying. I meant to tell you, Marilla, honestly I did, but I forgot. Miss Stacy caught me reading Ben Hur in school yesterday afternoon when I should have been studying my Canadian history. Jane Andrews lent it to me. I

Guillaume Seignac Jeune femme denudee sur canape painting

Guillaume Seignac Jeune femme denudee sur canape painting
Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
climb up on it. You know the piles are just old tree trunks and there are lots of knots and old branch stubs on them. It was proper to pray, but I had to do my part by watching out and right well I knew it. I just said, `Dear God, please take the flat close to a pile and I'll do the rest,' over and over again. Under such circumstances you don't think much about making a flowery prayer. But mine was answered, for the flat bumped right into a pile for a minute and I flung the scarf and the shawl over my shoulder and scrambled up on a big providential stub. And there I was, Mrs. Allan, clinging to that slippery old pile with no way of getting up or down. It was a very unromantic position, but I didn't think about that at the time. You don't think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave. I said a grateful prayer at once and then I gave all my attention to holding on tight, for I knew I should probably have to depend on human aid to get back to dry land."
The flat drifted under the bridge and then promptly sank in midstream. Ruby, Jane, and Diana, already awaiting it on the lower headland, saw it disappear before their very eyes and had not a doubt but that Anne had gone down with it. For a moment they stood still, white as sheets, frozen with horror at the tragedy; then, shrieking at the tops of their voices, they started on a frantic run up through the woods, never pausing as they crossed the main road to glance the way

Steve Hanks Ocean Breeze painting

Steve Hanks Ocean Breeze painting
Pino Angelica painting
scissors.
"Please cut it off at once, Marilla, and have it over. Oh, I feel that my heart is broken. This is such an unromantic affliction. The girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell it to get money for some good deed, and I'm sure I wouldn't mind losing my hair in some such fashion half so much. But there is nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because you've dyed it a dreadful color, is there? I'm going to weep all the time you're cutting it off, if it won't interfere. It seems such a tragic thing."
Anne wept then, but later on, when she went upstairs and looked in the glass, she was calm with despair. Marilla had done her work thoroughly and it had been necessary to shingle the hair as closely as possible. The result was not becoming, to state the case as mildly as may be. Anne promptly turned her glass to the wall.
"I'll never, never look at myself again until my hair grows," she exclaimed passionately.
Then she suddenly righted the glass.

Andrew Atroshenko Intimate Thoughts painting

Andrew Atroshenko Intimate Thoughts painting
Claude Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
many beaus on the string and have them all crazy about her; but I think that would be too exciting. I'd rather have just one in his right mind. But Ruby Gillis knows a great deal about such matters because she has so many big sisters, and Mrs. Lynde says the Gillis girls have gone off like hot cakes. Mr. Phillips goes up to see Prissy Andrews nearly every evening. He says it is to help her with her lessons but Miranda Sloane is studying for Queen's too, and I should think she needed help a lot more than Prissy because she's ever so much stupider, but he never goes to help her in the evenings at all. There are a great many things in this world that I can't understand very well, Matthew."
"Well now, I dunno as I comprehend them all myself," acknowledged Matthew.
"Well, I suppose I must finish up my lessons. I won't allow myself to open that new book Jane lent me until I'm through. But it's a terrible temptation, Matthew. Even when I turn my back on it I can see it there just as plain. Jane said

Vincent van Gogh The Starry Night painting

Vincent van Gogh The Starry Night painting
John William Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting
Anne was welcomed back to school with open arms. Her imagination had been sorely missed in games, her voice in the singing and her dramatic ability in the perusal aloud of books at dinner hour. Ruby Gillis smuggled three blue plums over to her during testament reading; Ella May MacPherson gave her an enormous yellow pansy cut from the covers of a floral catalogue--a species of desk decoration much prized in Avonlea school. Sophia Sloane offered to teach her a perfectly elegant new pattern of knit lace, so nice for trimming aprons. Katie Boulter gave her a perfume bottle to keep slate water in, and Julia Bell copied carefully on a piece of pale pink paper scalloped on the edges the following effusion: When twilight drops her curtain down
And pins it with a star
Remember that you have a friend
Though she may wander far.
"It's so nice to be appreciated," sighed Anne rapturously to Marilla that night.

Vittore Carpaccio paintings

Vittore Carpaccio paintings
Warren Kimble paintings
from loving things, isn't it? That was why I was so glad when I thought I was going to live here. I thought I'd have so many things to love and nothing to hinder me. But that brief dream is over. I am resigned to my fate now, so I don't think I'll go out for fear I'll get unresigned again. What is the name of that geranium on the window-sill, please?"
"That's the apple-scented geranium."
"Oh, I don't mean that sort of a name. I mean just a name you gave it yourself. Didn't you give it a name? May I give it one then? May I call it--let me see--Bonny would do--may I call it Bonny while I'm here? Oh, do let me!"
"Goodness, I don't care. But where on earth is the sense of naming a geranium?" Oh, I like things to have handles even if they are only geraniums. It makes them seem more like people. How do you know but that it hurts a geranium's feelings just to be called a geranium and nothing else? You wouldn't like to be called nothing but a woman all the time. Yes, I shall call it Bonny. I named that cherry-tree outside my bedroom window this morning. I called it Snow Queen because it was so white. Of course, it won't always be in blossom, but one can imagine that it is, can't one?"

Peter Paul Rubens paintings

Peter Paul Rubens paintings
Rudolf Ernst paintings
I'm not suffering for company," said Marilla shortly. "And I'm not going to keep her."
"Well now, it's just as you say, of course, Marilla," said Matthew rising and putting his pipe away. "I'm going to bed."
To bed went Matthew. And to bed, when she had put her dishes away, went Marilla, frowning most resolutely. And up-stairs, in the east gable, a lonely, heart-hungry, friendless child cried herself to sleep. It was broad daylight when Anne awoke and sat up in bed, staring confusedly at the window through which a flood of cheery sunshine was pouring and outside of which something white and feathery waved across glimpses of blue sky.
For a moment she could not remember where she was. First came a delightful thrill, as something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance. This was Green Gables and they didn't want her because she wasn't a boy!

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings
Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
Well now, yes. It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds. I hate the look of them."
"Oh, I don't think that can be exactly the same kind of a thrill. Do you think it can? There doesn't seem to be much connection between grubs and lakes of shining waters, does there? But why do other people call it Barry's pond?"
"I reckon because Mr. Barry lives up there in that house. Orchard Slope's the name of his place. If it wasn't for that big bush behind it you could see Green Gables from here. But we have to go over the bridge and round by the road, so it's near half a mile further."
"Has Mr. Barry any little girls? Well, not so very little either--about my size."
"He's got one about eleven. Her name is Diana."
"Oh!" with a long indrawing of breath. "What a perfectly lovely name!"
"Well now, I dunno. There's something dreadful heathenish about it, seems to me. I'd ruther Jane or Mary or some sensible

Thomas Kinkade A Perfect Red Rose painting

Thomas Kinkade A Perfect Red Rose painting
Thomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat painting
was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, a sat this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five- and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.
France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Evening painting

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Evening painting
Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting
"We will not open the door," cried they, "you are not our mother. She has a soft, pleasant voice, but your voice is rough, you are the wolf."
Then the wolf went away to a shopkeeper and bought himself a great lump of chalk, ate this and made his voice soft with it. The he came back, knocked at the door of the house, and called, "Open the door, dear children, your mother is here and has brought something back with her for each of you."
But the wolf had laid his black paws against the window, and the children saw them and cried, "We will not open the door, our mother has not black feet like you, you are the wolf."
Then the wolf ran to a baker and said, "I have hurt my feet, rub some dough over them for me. And when the baker had rubbed his feet over, he ran to the miller and said, "Strew some white meal over

Thomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning painting

Thomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning painting
Thomas Kinkade A Holiday Gathering painting
Leder zu zwei Paar Schuhen erhandeln. Er schnitt sie abends zu und wollte den nächsten Morgen mit frischem Mut an die Arbeit gehen, aber er brauchte es nicht, denn als er aufstand, waren sie schon fertig, und es blieben auch nicht die Käufer aus, die ihm so viel Geld gaben, daß er Leder zu vier Paar Schuhen einkaufen konnte. Er fand frühmorgens auch die vier Paar fertig; und so gings immer fort, was er abends zuschnitt, das war am Morgen verarbeitet, also daß er bald wieder sein ehrliches Auskommen hatte und endlich ein wohlhabender Mann ward.
Nun geschah es eines Abends nicht lange vor Weihnachten, als der Mann wieder zugeschnitten hatte, daß er vor Schlafengehen zu seiner Frau sprach "Wie wärs, wenn wir diese Nacht aufblieben, um zu sehen, wer uns solche hilfreiche Hand leistet?"
Die Frau wars zufrieden und steckte ein Licht an

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
nicht nötig; wer siebene auf einen Streich trifft, braucht sich vor zweien nicht zu fürchten."
Das Schneiderlein zog aus, und die hundert Reiter folgten ihm. Als es zu dem Rand des Waldes kam, sprach es zu seinen Begleitern: "Bleibt hier nur halten, ich will schon allein mit den Riesen fertig werden."
Dann sprang er in den Wald hinein und schaute sich rechts und links um. Über ein Weilchen erblickte er beide Riesen: Sie lagen unter einem Baume und schliefen und schnarchten dabei, daß sich die Äste auf und nieder bogen. Das Schneiderlein, nicht faul, las beide Taschen voll Steine und stieg damit auf den Baum. Als es in der Mitte war, rutschte es auf einen Ast, bis es gerade über die Schläfer zu sitzen kam, und ließ dem einen Riesen einen Stein nach dem andern auf die Brust fallen.
Der Riese spürte lange nichts, doch endlich wachte er auf, stieß seinen Gesellen an und sprach: "Was

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
Pierre-Auguste Cot Springtime painting
loud. The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself, how the old woman is snoring. I must just see if she wants anything.
So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it. "Do I find you here, you old sinner," said he. "I have long sought you."
Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf.
When he had made two snips, he saw the Little Red Riding Hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying, "Ah, how frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf."
And after that the aged grandmother came out alive

Claude Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting

Claude Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting
Horace Vernet The Lion Hunt painting
Die Großmutter aber wohnte draußen im Wald, eine halbe Stunde vom Dorf.Wie nun Rotkäppchen in den Wald kam, begegnete ihm der Wolf. Rotkäppchen aber wußte nicht, was das für ein böses Tier war, und fürchtete sich nicht vor ihm.
"Guten Tag, Rotkäppchen", sprach er.
"Schönen Dank, Wolf."
"Wo hinaus so früh, Rotkäppchen?"
"Zur Großmutter."
"Was trägst du unter der Schürze?"
"Kuchen und Wein: gestern haben wir gebacken, da soll sich die kranke und schwache Großmutter etwas zugut tun und sich damit stärken."
"Rotkäppchen, wo wohnt deine Großmutter?"
"Noch eine gute Viertelstunde weiter im Wald, unter den drei großen Eichbäumen, da steht ihr Haus, unten sind die Nußhecken, das wirst du ja wissen", sagte Rotkäppchen.

Andrew Atroshenko Intimate Thoughts painting

Andrew Atroshenko Intimate Thoughts painting
Claude Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
Then her husband was alarmed, and asked, "What ails you, dear wife?"
"Ah," she replied, "if I can't eat some of the rampion, which is in the garden behind our house, I shall die."
The man, who loved her, thought, sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will. At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he let himself down again. But when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him.
"How can you dare," said she with angry look, "descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a thief? You shall suffer for it."

Anders Zorn paintings

Anders Zorn paintings
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
Am frühen Morgen kam die Frau und holte die Kinder aus dem Bette. Sie erhielten ihr Stückchen Brot, das war aber noch kleiner als das vorigemal. Auf dem Wege nach dem Wald bröckelte es Hänsel in der Tasche, stand oft still und warf ein Bröcklein auf die Erde. "Hänsel, was stehst du und guckst dich um?" sagte der Vater, "geh deiner Wege!"
"Ich sehe nach meinem Täubchen, das sitzt auf dem Dache und will mir Ade sagen", antwortete Hänsel.
"Narr", sagte die Frau, "das ist dein Täubchen nicht, das ist die Morgensonne, die auf den Schornstein oben scheint." Hänsel aber warf nach und nach alle Bröcklein auf den Weg.
Die Frau führte die Kinder noch tiefer in den Wald, wo sie ihr Lebtag noch nicht gewesen waren. Da ward wieder ein großes Feuer angemacht, und die Mutter sagte: "Bleibt nur da sitzen, ihr Kinder, und wenn ihr müde seid, könnt ihr ein wenig schlafen. Wir gehen in den Wald und hauen Holz, und abends, wenn wir fertig sind, kommen wir und holen euch ab." Als es Mittag war, teilte Gretel ihr Brot mit Hänsel, der sein Stück auf den Weg gestreut hatte. Dann schliefen sie ein, und der Abend verging; aber niemand kam zu den armen Kindern.

Wassily Kandinsky paintings

Wassily Kandinsky paintings
William Etty paintings
Bette zu dem Vater sprach: "Alles ist wieder aufgezehrt, wir haben noch einen halben Laib Brot, hernach hat das Lied ein Ende. Die Kinder müssen fort, wir wollen sie tiefer in den Wald hineinführen, damit sie den Weg nicht wieder herausfinden; es ist sonst keine Rettung für uns." Dem Mann fiel's schwer aufs Herz, und er dachte: Es wäre besser, daß du den letzten Bissen mit deinen Kindern teiltest.
Aber die Frau hörte auf nichts, was er sagte, schalt ihn und machte ihm Vorwürfe. Wer A sagt, muß B sagen, und weil er das erstemal nachgegeben hatte, so mußte er es auch zum zweitenmal.
Die Kinder waren aber noch wach gewesen und hatten das Gespräch mitangehört. Als die Alten schliefen, stand Hänsel wieder auf, wollte hinaus und die Kieselsteine auflesen, wie das vorigemal; aber die Frau hatte die Tür verschlossen, und Hänsel konnte nicht heraus. Aber er tröstete sein Schwesterchen und sprach: "Weine nicht, Gretel, und schlaf nur ruhig, der liebe Gott wird uns schon helfen."

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
James Childs paintings
Den andern Morgen, wie sie unter dem finstern Tor hinaustrieben, sprach die Jungfrau
"O du Falada, da du hangest,"
Falada antwortete
"O du Jungfer Königin, da du gangest,Wenn das deine Mutter wüßteihr Herz tät ihr zerspringen."
Und in dem Feld setzte sie sich wieder auf die Wiese und fing an ihr Haar auszukämmen, und Kürdchen lief und wollte danach greifen, da sprach sie schnell
"Weh, weh, Windchen,Nimm Kürdchen sein Hütchen,Und laß'n sich mit jagen,Bis ich mich geflochten und geschnatzt,Und wieder aufgesatzt."
Da wehte der Wind und wehte ihm das Hütchen vom Kopf weit weg, daß Kürdchen nachlaufen mußte; und als es wiederkam, hatte sie längst ihr Haar zurecht, und es

William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting

3d art The Kiss by arturojm painting
William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting
Da sprach der Jüngling: "Ich fürchte mich nicht, ich will hinaus und das schöne Dornröschen sehen !" Der gute Alte mochte ihm abraten, wie er wollte, er hörte nicht auf seine Worte.
Nun waren aber gerade die hundert Jahre verflossen, und der Tag war gekommen, wo Dornröschen wieder erwachen sollte. Als der Königssohn sich der Dornenhecke näherte, waren es lauter große, schöne Blumen, die taten sich von selbst auseinander und ließen ihn unbeschädigt hindurch, und hinter ihm taten sie sich wieder als eine Hecke zusammen. Im Schloßhof sah er die Pferde und scheckigen Jagdhunde liegen und schlafen, auf dem Dache saßen die Tauben und hatten das Köpfchen unter den Flügel gesteckt. Und als er ins Haus kam, schliefen die Fliegen an der Wand, der Koch in der Küche hielt noch die Hand, als wollte er den Jungen anpacken, und die Magd saß vor dem schwarzen Huhn, das sollte gerupft werden.
Da ging er weiter und sah im Saale den ganzen Hofstaat liegen und schlafen, und oben bei dem Throne lagen der König und die Königin.

Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas painting

Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas painting
Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting
Tom Thumb had climbed up among the hay and found a beautiful place to sleep in. There he intended to rest until day, and then go home again to his parents. But there were other things in store for him. Truly, there is much worry and affliction in this world. When the day dawned, the maid arose from her bed to feed the cows. Her first walk was into the barn, where she laid hold of an armful of hay, and precisely that very one in which poor Tom Thumb was lying asleep. He, however, was sleeping so soundly that he was aware of nothing, and did not awake until he was in the mouth of the cow, who had picked him up with the hay.
"Ah, heavens," cried he, "how have I got into the fulling mill." But he soon discovered where he was. Then he had to take care not to let himself go between the teeth and be dismembered, but he was subsequently forced to slip down into the stomach with the hay. "In this little room the windows are forgotten," said he, "and no sun shines in, neither will a candle be brought."

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting
Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting
Daumesdick war in den Heuhälmchen herumgeklettert und hatte einen schönen Platz zum Schlafen gefunden: da wollte er sich ausruhen, bis es Tag wäre, und dann zu seinen Eltern wieder heimgehen. Aber er mußte andere Dinge erfahren! ja, es gibt viel Trübsal und Not auf der Welt! Die Magd stieg, als der Tag graute, schon aus dem Bett, um das Vieh zu füttern. Ihr erster Gang war in die Scheune, wo sie einen Arm voll Heu packte, und gerade dasjenige, worin der arme Daumesdick. lag und schlief. Er schlief aber so fest, daß er nichts gewahr ward, und nicht eher aufwachte, als bis er in dem Maul der Kuh war, die ihn mit dem Heu aufgerafft hatte.
"Ach Gott," rief er, "wie bin ich in die Walkmühle geraten!" merkte aber bald, wo er war. Da hieß es aufpassen, daß er nicht zwischen die Zähne kam und zermalmt ward, und hernach mußte er doch mit in den Magen hinabrutschen. "In dem Stübchen sind die Fenster vergessen," sprach er, "und scheint keine Sonne hinein: ein Licht wird auch nicht gebracht."
Überhaupt gefiel ihm das Quartier schlecht, und was das Schlimmste war, es kam immer mehr neues Heu zur Türe hinein, und der Platz ward immer enger. Da rief er endlich in der Angst, so laut er konnte, "Bringt mir kein frisch Futter mehr, bringt mir kein frisch Futter mehr."

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn painting

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn painting
Thomas Kinkade The Spirit of New York painting
Das Schwesterchen sprach: "Ach, Brerchen, trink nicht, sonst wirst du ein Reh und lst mir fort." Aber das Brerchen hatte sich gleich beim Brnlein niedergekniet, und von dem Wasser getrunken, und wie die ersten Tropfen auf seine Lippen gekommen waren, lag es da als ein Rehkbchen.
Nun weinte das Schwesterchen er das arme verwschte Brerchen, und das Rehchen weinte auch und sa?so traurig neben ihm. Da sprach das Mchen endlich: "Sei still, liebes Rehchen, ich will dich ja nimmermehr verlassen." Dann band es sein goldenes Strumpfband ab und tat es dem Rehchen um den Hals und rupfte Binsen und flocht ein weiches Seil daraus. Daran band es das Tierchen und frte es weiter und ging immer tiefer in den Wald hinein.
Und als sie lange, lange gegangen waren, kamen sie endlich an ein kleines Haus, und das Mchen schaute hinein, und weil es leer war, dachte es: "Hier knen wir bleiben und wohnen." Da suchte es dem Rehchen Laub und Moos zu einem weichen Lager, und jeden Morgen ging es aus und sammelte Wurzeln, Beeren und Nse, und f das Rehchen

contemporary abstract painting

contemporary abstract painting
Am nächsten Morgen ging er damit zu dem Mann und sagte zu ihm "keine andere soll meine Gemahlin werden als die, an deren Fuß dieser goldene Schuh paßt." Da freuten sich die beiden Schwestern, denn sie hatten schöne Füße. Die älteste ging mit dem Schuh in die Kammer und wollte ihn anprobieren, und die Mutter stand dabei. Aber sie konnte mit der großen Zehe nicht hineinkommen, und der Schuh war ihr zu klein, da reichte ihr die Mutter ein Messer und sprach "hau die Zehe ab: wann du Königin bist, so brauchst du nicht mehr zu Fuß zu gehen." Das Mädchen hieb die Zehe ab, zwängte den Fuß in den Schuh, verbiß den Schmerz und ging heraus zum Königssohn. Da nahm er sie als seine Braut aufs Pferd und ritt mit ihr fort. Sie mußten aber an dem Grabe vorbei, da saßen die zwei Täubchen auf dem Haselbäumchen und riefen
"rucke di guck, rucke di guck, Blut ist im Schuck (Schuh): Der Schuck ist zu klein, die rechte Braut sitzt noch daheim." Da blickte er auf ihren Fuß und sah, wie das Blut herausquoll. Er wendete sein Pferd um, brachte die falsche Braut wieder

John Singer Sargent paintings

John Singer Sargent paintings
Jean-Leon Gerome paintings
reck but little of my power, were I, within my own dominions, to yield place to mortal man.—Now, sirs, who hath seen our chaplain? where is our curtal Friar? A mass amongst Christian men best begins a busy morning.” No one had seen the Clerk of Copmanhurst. “Over gods forbode!” said the outlaw chief, “I trust the jolly priest hath but abidden by the wine-pot a thought too late. Who saw him since the castle was ta’en?”
“I,” quoth the Miller, “marked him busy about the door of a cellar, swearing by each saint in the calendar he would taste the smack of Front-de-Bœuf’s Gascoigne wine.”
“Now, the saints, as many as there be of them,” said the Captain, “forefend, lest he had drunk too deep of the wine-butts, and perished by the fall of the castle!— Away, Miller!—take with you enow of men, seek the place where you last saw him—throw water from the moat on the scorching ruins—I will have them removed stone by stone ere I lose my curtal friar.”

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Guillaume Seignac paintings
George Owen Wynne Apperley paintings
Ay,” grumbled the hag, “even thus is service requited. I have known when my bare word would have cast the best man-at-arms among ye out of saddle and out of service; and now must I up and away at the command of every groom such as thou.”
“Good Dame Urfried,” said the other man, “stand not to reason on it, but up and away. Lords’ hests must be listened to with a quick ear. Thou hast had thy day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old war-horse turned out on the barren health—thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.—Come, amble off with thee.”
“Ill omens dog ye both!” said the old woman; “and a kennel be your burying-place! May the evil demon Zernebock tear me limb from limb, if I leave my own cell ere I have spun out the hemp on my distaff!”

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings
Eugene de Blaas paintings
Rebecca, suddenly quitting her dejected posture, and making her way through the attendants to the palfrey of the Saxon lady, knelt down, and, alter the Oriental fashion in addressing superiors, kissed the hem of Rowena’s garment. Then rising, and throwing back her veil, she implored her, in the great name of the God whom they both worshipped, and by that revelation of the Law upon Mount Sinai, in which they both believed, that she would have compassion upon them, and suffer them to go forward under their safeguard. “It is not for myself that I pray this favour,” said Rebecca; “nor is it even for that poor old man. I know that to wrong and to spoil our nation is a lightWhen autumn nights were long and drear,And forest walks were dark and dim,How sweetly on the pilgrim’s earWas wont to steal the hermit’s hymn!
Devotion borrows Music’s tone,And Music took Devotion’s wing;And, like the bird that hails the sun,They soar to heaven, and soaring sing. –The Hermit of St. Clement’s Well.–

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Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
No spider ever took more pains to repair the shattered meshes of his web, than did Waldemar Fitzurse to reunite and combine the scattered members of Prince John’s cabal. Few of these were attached to him from inclination, and none from personal regard. It was therefore necessary that Fitzurse should open to them new prospects of advantage, and remind them of those which they at present enjoyed. To the young and wild nobles, he held out the prospect of unpunished licence and uncontrolled revelry; to the ambitious, that of power; and to the covetous, that of increased wealth and extended domains. The leaders of the mercenaries received a donation in gold; an argument the most persuasive to their minds, and without which all others would have proved in vain. Promises were still more liberally distributed than money by this active agent; and, in fine, nothing was left undone that could determine the wavering, or animate the disheartened. The return of King Richard he spoke of as an event altogether beyond the reach of probability; yet, when he observed, from the doubtful looks and uncertain

William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting

William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting
Claude Monet Water Lily Pond painting
My dear Art,
“My news today is not so good. Lucy this morning had gone back a bit. There is, however, one good thing which has arisen from it. Mrs. Westenra was naturally anxious concerning Lucy, and has consulted me professionally about her. I took advantage of the opportunity, and told her that my old master, Van Helsing, the great specialist,was coming to stay with me, and that I would put her in his charge conjointly with myself. So now we can come and go without alarming her unduly, for a shock to her would mean sudden death,and this, in Lucy’s weak condition, might be disastrous to her. We are hedged in with difficulties, all of us, my poor fellow, but, please God, we shall come through them all right.If any need I shall write, so that, if you do not hear from me, take it for granted that I am simply waiting for news, In haste,
“Yours ever,”John Seward
Dr. Seward’s Diary
7 September.--The first thing Van Helsing said to me when we met at Liverpool Street was, “Have you said anything to our young friend, to lover of her?”

Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting

Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
the driver jumped again into his seat and shook the reins.The horses started forward,and trap and all disappeared down one of the dark openings.
I stood in silence where I was, for I did not know what to do. Of bell or knocker there was no sign. Through these frowning walls and dark window openings it was not likely that my voice could penetrate. The time I waited seemed endless, and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor’s clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner? Solicitor’s clerk! Mina would not like that. Solicitor, for just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful, and I am now a full-blown solicitor! I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I were awake. It all seemed like a horrible nightmare to me, and I expected that I should

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Get up and dress!”
She obeyed—as always, without a word. He led her half a mile from the house, and proceeded to lash her to a tree by the side of the public road; and succeeded, she screaming and struggling. He gagged her then, struck her across the face with his cowhide, and set his bloodhounds on her. They tore the clothes off her, and she was naked. He called the dogs off, and said:You will be found—by the passing public. They will be dropping along about three hours from now, and will spread the news—do you hear? Good-by. You have seen the last of me.”
He went away then. She moaned to herself:
“I shall bear a child—to him! God grant it may be a boy!”
The farmers released her by and by—and spread the news, which was natural. They raised the country with lynching intentions, but the bird had flown. The young wife shut herself up in her father’s house; he

John Everett Millais paintings

John Everett Millais paintings
James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings
The first four furloughs granted, as may be imagined, were to our friends. Moreover, Athos obtained of M. de Tréville six days instead of four, and got these six days lengthened by two nights more, for they set out on the 24th at five o’clock in the evening, and as a further kindness, M. de Tréville post-dated the furlough to the morning of the 25th.
On the evening of the 25th, as they were entering Arras, and as D’Artagnan was dismounting at the tavern of the Golden Harrow to drink a glass of wine, a horseman came out of the post-yard, where he had just had a relay, starting off at a gallop, with a fresh horse, on the road to Paris. At the moment heGreat criminals carry with them a kind of predestination, causing them to surmount all obstacles, causing them to escape all dangers up to the moment which Providence, exhausted, has designated as the reef of their impious fortunes.
Thus it was with milady. She passed through the cruisers of both nations, and reached Boulogne without accident.

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Il'ya Repin paintings
Igor V.Babailov paintings
Toward four o’clock in the morning the doctor came. Since milady had stabbed herself the wound had already closed. The doctor could therefore measure neither its direction nor depth. He only recognized by milady’s pulse that her case was not serious.
In the morning milady, under the pretence of not having slept during the night and wanting rest, sent away the woman who attended her.
She had one hope—that Felton would appear at the breakfast hour; but Felton did not come.
Were her fears realized? Was Felton, suspected by the baron, about to fail her at the decisive moment? She had only one day left. Lord Winter had announced her embarkation for the 23rd, and it was now the morning of the 22nd.
Nevertheless she still waited patiently till the dinner hour.

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Horace Vernet paintings
Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky paintings
recognized in her the lady of Meung, of Calais, whom his persecutor, the man with the scar, had saluted by the name of milady.
The sermon over, the solicitor’s wife advanced toward the font of holy water. Porthos went before her, and instead of a finger, dipped his whole hand in.
“Eh, Monsieur Porthos, you don’t offer me any holy water?”
Porthos, at the sound of her voice, started like a man awakening from a sleep of a hundred years.
“Ma—madame!” cried he, “is that you? How is your husband, our dear Monsieur Coquenard? Is he still as stingy as ever? Where can my eyes have been not to have perceived you during the two hours the sermon has lasted?”
“I was within two paces of you, sir,” replied the solicitor’s wife; “but you did not perceive me, because you had eyes only for the pretty lady.”

Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger paintings

Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger paintings
Guillaume Seignac paintings
Through this window shone a mild light, silvering the trembling folige of two or three linden trees that formed a group outside the park.
The clock on St. Cloud struck half-past ten.It struck eleven!
At that moment he noticed the trees, on the leaves of which the light still shone; and as one of them drooped over the road, he thought that from its branches he might succeed in looking into the pavilion.
The tree was easy to climb. Besides, D’Artagnan was scarcely twenty, and consequently had not yet forgotten his schoolboy habits. In an instant he was among the branches, and his eyes penetrated through the clear glass into the interior of the pavilion.
One of the panes of glass was broken, the door of the room had been burst in, and hung, split in two, on its hinges; a table, which had been covered with an elegant supper, was overturned; the decanters, broken in pieces, and the crushed fruits, strewed the floor; everything in the apartment gave evidence of a violent and desperate struggle.

Thomas Stiltz BV Beauty painting

Thomas Stiltz BV Beauty painting
Pablo Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting
"He's in all right, Mr. Holmes," cried a small street Arab, running up to us.
"Good, Simpson!" said Holmes, patting him on the head. "Come along, Watson. This is the house." He sent in his card with a message that he had come on important business, and a moment later we were face to face with the man whom we had come to see. In spite of the warm weather he was crouching over a fire, and the little room was like an oven. The man sat all twisted and huddled in his chair in a way which gave an indescribable impression of deformity; but the face which he turned towards us, though worn and swarthy, must at some time have been remarkable for its beauty. He looked suspiciously at us now out of yellow-shot, bilious eyes, and, without speaking or rising, he waved towards two chairs.
"Mr. Henry Wood, late of India, I believe," said Holmes affably. "I've come over this little matter of Colonel Barclay's death."
"What should I know about that?"

Claude Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting

Claude Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting
Horace Vernet The Lion Hunt painting
Stewart, the housemaid. You will remember that on hearing the sound of the quarrel she descended and returned with the other servants. On that first occasion, when she was alone, she says that the voices of her master and mistress were sunk so low that she could hardly hear anything, and judged by their tones rather than their words that they had fallen out. On my pressing her, however, she remembered
-26-that she heard the word David uttered twice by the lady. The point is of the utmost importance as guiding us towards the reason of the sudden quarrel. The colonel's name, you remember, was James.
"There was one thing in the case which had made the deepest impression both upon the servants and the police. This was the contortion of the colonel's face. It had set, according to their account, into the most dreadful expression of fear and horror which a human countenance is capable of assuming. More than one person fainted at the mere sight of him, so terrible

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Ted Seth Jacobs paintings
Vincent van Gogh paintings
"Oh, Mr. Thaddeus, sir, I am so glad you have come! I am so glad you have come, Mr. Thaddeus, sir!"
We heard her reiterated rejoicings until the door was closed and her voice died away into a muffled monotone.
Our guide had left us the lantern. Holmes swung it slowly round and peered keenly at the house and at the great rubbish-heaps which cumbered the grounds. Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marvelled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I should go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.
"What a strange place!" she said, looking round.

Pieter de Hooch paintings

Pieter de Hooch paintings
Pietro Perugino paintings
claim his share. He walked over from the station and was admitted by my faithful old Lal Chowdar, who is now dead. Morstan and I had a difference of opinion as to the division of the treasure, and we came to heated words. Morstan had sprung out of his chair in a paroxysm of anger, when he suddenly pressed his hand to his side, his face turned a dusky hue, and he fell backward, cutting his head against the corner of the treasure-chest. When I stooped over him I found, to my horror, that he was dead.
" 'For a long time I sat half distracted, wondering what I should do. My first impulse was, of course, to call for assistance; but I could not but recognize that there was every chance that I would be accused of his murder. His death at the moment of a quarrel, and the gash in his head, would be black against me. Again, an official inquiry could not be made without bringing out some facts about the treasure, which I was particularly anxious to keep secret. He had told me that no soul upon earth knew where he had gone. There seemed to be no necessity why any soul ever should know.
" 'I was still pondering over the matter, when, looking up, I saw my servant, Lal Chowdar, in the doorway. He stole in and bolted the door behind him. "Do not fear, sahib," he said; "no

Gustave Courbet paintings

Gustave Courbet paintings
Guido Reni paintings
look out for you, then, at six. Pray allow me to keep the papers. I may look into the matter before then. It is only half-past three. Au revoir then."
"Au revoir," said our visitor; and with a bright, kindly glance from one to the other of us, she replaced her pearl-box in her bosom and hurried away.
Standing at the window, I watched her walking briskly down the street until the gray turban and white feather were but a speck in the sombre crowd.
"What a very attractive woman!" I exclaimed, turning to my companion.
He had lit his pipe again and was leaning back with drooping eyelids. "Is she?" he said languidly; "I did not observe."
"You really are an automaton -- a calculating machine," I cried. "There is something positively inhuman in you at times."
He smiled gently.
"It is of the first importance," he cried, "not to allow your judgment to be biased by personal qualities. A client is to me a mere unit, a factor in a problem. The emotional qualities are

Edward Hopper Ground Swell painting

Edward Hopper Ground Swell painting
Lord Frederick Leighton The Painter's Honeymoon painting
Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?
HORTENSIO
Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.I did but tell her she mistook her frets,And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,'Frets, call you these?' quoth she; 'I'll fumewith them:'And, with that word, she struck me on the head,And through the instrument my pate made way;And there I stood amazed for a while,As on a pillory, looking through the lute;While she did call me rascal fiddlerAnd twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,As had she studied to misuse me so.
PETRUCHIO
Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;I love her ten times more than e'er I did:O, how I long to have some chat with her!
BAPTISTA
Well, go with me and be not so discomfited:Proceed in practise with my younger daughter;She's apt to learn and thankful for good turns.Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

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3d art The Kiss by arturojm painting
William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting
Katharina the curst!A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
HORTENSIO
Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,And offer me disguised in sober robesTo old Baptista as a schoolmasterWell seen in music, to instruct Bianca;That so I may, by this device, at leastHave leave and leisure to make love to herAnd unsuspected court her by herself.
GRUMIO
Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks,how the young folks lay their heads together!
[Enter GREMIO, and LUCENTIO disguised]
Master, master, look about you: who goes there, ha?
HORTENSIO
Peace, Grumio! it is the rival of my love.Petruchio, stand by a while.
GRUMIO
A proper stripling and an amorous!

Claude Monet The Red Boats Argenteuil painting

Claude Monet The Red Boats Argenteuil painting
3d art The Kiss by arturojm painting
He called on John Ferrier that night, and many times again, until his face was a familiar one at the farmhouse. John, cooped up in the valley, and absorbed in his work, had had little chance of learning the news of the outside world during the last twelve years. All this Jefferson Hope was able to tell him, and in a style which interested Lucy as well as her father. He had been a pioneer in California, and could narrate many a strange tale of fortunes made and fortunes lost in those wild, halcyon days. He had been a scout too, and a trapper, a silver explorer, and a ranchman. Wherever stirring adventures were to be had, Jefferson Hope had been there in search of them. He soon became a favourite with the old farmer, who spoke eloquently of his virtues. On such occasions, Lucy was silent, but her blushing cheek and her bright, happy eyes showed only too clearly that her young heart was no longer her own. Her honest father may not have observed these symptoms, but they were assuredly not thrown away upon the man who had won her affections.
One summer evening he came galloping down the road and pulled up at the gate. She was at the doorway, and came down to meet him. He threw the bridle over the fence and strode up the pathway.

Thomas Cole paintings

Thomas Cole paintings
Theodore Robinson paintings
Write to me very often, my dear.''
``As often as I can. But you know married women have never much time for writing. My sisters may write to me. They will have nothing else to do.''
Mr. Wickham's adieus were much more affectionate than his wife's. He smiled, looked handsome, and said many pretty things.
``He is as fine a fellow,'' said Mr. Bennet, as soon as they were out of the house, ``as ever I saw. He simpers, and smirks, and makes love to us all. I am prodigiously proud of him. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to produce a more valuable son-in-law.''
The loss of her daughter made Mrs. Bennet very dull for several days.
``I often think,'' said she, ``that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.''
``This is the consequence, you see, Madam, of marrying a daughter,'' said Elizabeth. ``It must make you better satisfied that your other four are single.''

Gustave Courbet paintings

Gustave Courbet paintings
Guido Reni paintings
CONVINCED as Elizabeth now was that Miss Bingley's dislike of her had originated in jealousy, she could not help feeling how very unwelcome her appearance at Pemberley must be to her, and was curious to know with how much civility on that lady's side the acquaintance would now be renewed.
On reaching the house, they were shewn through the hall into the saloon, whose northern aspect rendered it delightful for summer. Its windows, opening to the ground, admitted a most refreshing view of the high woody hills behind the house, and of the beautiful oaks and Spanish chesnuts which were scattered over the intermediate lawn.
In this room they were received by Miss Darcy, who was sitting there with Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley, and the lady with whom she lived in London. Georgiana's reception of them was very civil; but attended with all that embarrassment which, though proceeding from shyness and the fear of doing wrong, would easily give to those who felt themselves inferior the belief of her being proud and reserved. Mrs. Gardiner and her niece, however, did her justice, and pitied

Fabian Perez paintings

Fabian Perez paintings
Francois Boucher paintings half a mile, and then found themselves at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road, with some abruptness, wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills; -- and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely adorned. Elizabeth was delighted. She had never seen a place for which nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. They were all of them warm in their admiration; and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something!
They descended the hill, crossed the bridge, and drove to the door; and, while examining the nearer aspect of the house, all her apprehensions of meeting its owner returned. She dreaded lest the chambermaid had been mistaken. On applying to see the place, they

Alfred Gockel paintings

Alfred Gockel paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings Elizabeth was eager with her thanks and assurances of happiness. She had spent six weeks with great enjoyment; and the pleasure of being with Charlotte, and the kind attentions she had received, must make her feel the obliged. Mr. Collins was gratified; and with a more smiling solemnity replied,
``It gives me the greatest pleasure to hear that you have passed your time not disagreeably. We have certainly done our best; and most fortunately having it in our power to introduce you to very superior society, and, from our connection with Rosings, the frequent means of varying the humble home scene, I think we may flatter ourselves that your Hunsford visit cannot have been entirely irksome. Our situation with regard to Lady Catherine's family is indeed the sort of extraordinary advantage and blessing which few can boast. You see on what a footing we are. You see how continually we are engaged there. In truth I must acknowledge that, with all the disadvantages of this humble parsonage, I should not think any one abiding in it an object of compassion while they are sharers of our intimacy at Rosings.''

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John William Waterhouse paintings
John Singer Sargent paintings
by his behaviour to his cousin, for whom he was evidently destined by Lady Catherine; who talked of his coming with the greatest satisfaction, spoke of him in terms of the highest admiration, and seemed almost angry to find that he had already been frequently seen by Miss Lucas and herself.COLONEL Fitzwilliam's manners were very much admired at the parsonage, and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the pleasure of their engagements at Rosings. It was some days, however, before they received any invitation thither, for while there were visitors in the house they could not be necessary; and it was not till Easter-day, almost a week after the gentlemen's arrival, that they were honoured by such an attention, and then they were merely asked on leaving church to come there in the evening. For the last week they had seen very little of either Lady Catherine or her daughter. Colonel Fitzwilliam had called at the parsonage more than once during the time, but Mr. Darcy they had only seen at church.

Pino Restfull painting

Pino Restfull painting
Pino pino_color painting
Lydia's intention of walking to Meryton was not forgotten; every sister except Mary agreed to go with her; and Mr. Collins was to attend them, at the request of Mr. Bennet, who was most anxious to get rid of him, and have his library to himself; for thither Mr. Collins had followed him after breakfast, and there he would continue, nominally engaged with one of the largest folios in the collection, but really talking to Mr. Bennet, with little cessation, of his house and garden at Hunsford. Such doings discomposed Mr. Bennet exceedingly. In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquillity; and though prepared, as he told Elizabeth, to meet with folly and conceit in every other room in the house, he was used to be free from them there; his civility, therefore, was most prompt in inviting Mr. Collins to join his daughters in their walk; and Mr. Collins, being in fact much better fitted for a walker than a reader, was extremely well pleased to close his large book, and go.
In pompous nothings on his side, and civil assents on that of his cousins, their time passed till they entered Meryton. The attention of the younger ones was then no longer to be gained by him. Their eyes were immediately wandering up in the street in quest of the officers, and nothing less than a very smart bonnet indeed, or a really new muslin in a shop window, could recall them.

Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting

Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting
Jacques-Louis David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting
``That is exactly what I should have supposed of you,'' said Elizabeth.
``You begin to comprehend me, do you?'' cried he, turning towards her.
``Oh! yes -- I understand you perfectly.''
``I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.''
``That is as it happens. It does not necessarily follow that a deep, intricate character is more or less estimable than such a one as yours.''
``Lizzy,'' cried her mother, ``remember where you are, and do not run on in the wild manner that you are suffered to do at home.''
``I did not know before,'' continued Bingley immediately, ``that you were a studier of character. It must be an amusing study.''
``Yes; but intricate characters are the most amusing. They have at least that advantage.''

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famous painting
WHEN Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister how very much she admired him.
``He is just what a young man ought to be,'' said she, ``sensible, good humoured, lively; and I never saw such happy manners! -- so much ease, with such perfect good breeding!''
``He is also handsome,'' replied Elizabeth, ``which a young man ought likewise to be, if he possibly can. His character is thereby complete.''
``I was very much flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect such a compliment.'' Did not you? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us. Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never. What could be more natural than his asking you again? He could not help seeing that you were about five times as pretty as every other women in the room. No thanks to his gallantry for that. Well, he certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.''
``Dear Lizzy!''

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guan zeju guan-zeju-26 painting
William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche painting
His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothingimpaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
[Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion]
Prologue
Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.This man is Pyramus, if you would know;This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth presentWall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are contentTo whisper. At the which let no man wonder.This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know,By moonshine did these lovers think no scornTo meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,Did scare away, or rather did affright;And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall,Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain:Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast;And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twainAt large discourse, while here they do remain.
[Exeunt Prologue, Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine]
THESEUS
I wonder if the lion be to speak.
DEMETRIUS
No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many

William Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels painting

William Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels painting
childe hassam Poppies Isles of Shoals painting
You are too officiousIn her behalf that scorns your services.Let her alone: speak not of Helena;Take not her part; for, if thou dost intendNever so little show of love to her,Thou shalt aby it.
LYSANDER
Now she holds me not;Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
DEMETRIUS
Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.
[Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS]
HERMIA
You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:Nay, go not back.
HELENA
I will not trust you, I,Nor longer stay in your curst company.Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,My legs are longer though, to run away.
[Exit]
HERMIA
I am amazed, and know not what to say.
[Exit]
OBERON
This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest,Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully.
PUCK
Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.Did not you tell me I should know the manBy the Athenian garment be had on?And so far blameless proves my enterprise,That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;And so far am I glad it so did sortAs this their jangling I esteem a sport.

Picasso The Old Guitarist painting

Picasso The Old Guitarist painting
abstract 92187 painting
"Pipes are occasionally of extraordinary interest," said he. "Nothing has more individuality, save perhaps watches and bootlaces. The indications here, however, are neither very marked nor very important. The owner is obviously a muscular man, left-handed, with an excellent set of teeth, careless in his habits, and with no need to practise economy."
My friend threw out the information in a very offhand way, but I saw that he cocked his eye at me to see if I had followed his reasoning.
"You think a man must be well-to-do if he smokes a seven-shilling pipe?" said I.
"This is Grosvenor mixture at eightpence an ounce," Holmes answered, knocking a little out on his palm. "As he might get an excellent smoke for half the price, he has no need to practise economy."
"And the other points?"
He has been in the habit of lighting his pipe at lamps and gasjets. You can see that it is quite charred all down one side. Of course a match could not have done that. Why should a man hold a match to the side of his pipe? But you cannot light it at a lamp without getting the bowl charred. And it is all on the right side of the pipe. From that I gather that he is a left-handed man. You hold your own pipe to the lamp and see how naturally you, being right-handed, hold the left side to the flame. You might do it once the other way, but not as a

Lempicka Self Portrait in Green Bugatti painting

Lempicka Self Portrait in Green Bugatti painting
Knight The Honeymoon Breakfast painting
Ay, for the state, not for Antonio.
SHYLOCK
Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that:You take my house when you do take the propThat doth sustain my house; you take my lifeWhen you do take the means whereby I live.
PORTIA
What mercy can you render him, Antonio?
GRATIANO
A halter gratis; nothing else, for God's sake.
ANTONIO
So please my lord the duke and all the courtTo quit the fine for one half of his goods,I am content; so he will let me haveThe other half in use, to render it,Upon his death, unto the gentlemanThat lately stole his daughter:Two things provided more, that, for this favour,He presently become a Christian;The other, that he do record a gift,Here in the court, of all he dies possess'd,Unto his son Lorenzo and his daughter.
DUKE
He shall do this, or else I do recantThe pardon that I late pronounced here.
PORTIA
Art thou contented, Jew? what dost thou say?

Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting

Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
Cot The Storm painting
Cot Springtime painting
abstract 41239 painting
It is the most impenetrable curThat ever kept with men.
ANTONIO
Let him alone:I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers.He seeks my life; his reason well I know:I oft deliver'd from his forfeituresMany that have at times made moan to me;Therefore he hates me.
SALARINO
I am sure the dukeWill never grant this forfeiture to hold.
ANTONIO
The duke cannot deny the course of law:For the commodity that strangers haveWith us in Venice, if it be denied,Will much impeach the justice of his state;Since that the trade and profit of the cityConsisteth of all nations. Therefore, go:These griefs and losses have so bated me,That I shall hardly spare a pound of fleshTo-morrow to my bloody creditor.Well, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio comeTo see me pay his debt, and then I care not!
[Exeunt]

Frederic Edwin Church paintings

Frederic Edwin Church paintings
Frederic Remington paintings
Francisco de Goya paintings
Filippino Lippi paintings
this true, Nerissa?
NERISSA
Madam, it is, so you stand pleased withal.
BASSANIO
And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith?
GRATIANO
Yes, faith, my lord.
BASSANIO
Our feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage.
GRATIANO
We'll play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats.
NERISSA
What, and stake down?
GRATIANO
No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake down.But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel? What,and my old Venetian friend Salerio?
[Enter LORENZO, JESSICA, and SALERIO, a Messenger from Venice]
BASSANIO
Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither;If that the youth of my new interest hereHave power to bid you welcome. By your leave,I bid my very friends and countrymen,Sweet Portia, welcome.
PORTIA
So do I, my lord:They are entirely welcome.
LORENZO
I thank your honour. For my part, my lord,My purpose was not to have seen you here;But meeting with Salerio by the way,He did entreat me, past all saying nay,To come with him along.

Andrea Mantegna paintings

Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
Albert Bierstadt paintings
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
SHYLOCK
I thank God, I thank God. Is't true, is't true?
TUBAL
I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.
SHYLOCK
I thank thee, good Tubal: good news, good news!ha, ha! where? in Genoa?
TUBAL
Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, in onenight fourscore ducats.
SHYLOCK
Thou stickest a dagger in me: I shall never see mygold again: fourscore ducats at a sitting!fourscore ducats!
TUBAL
There came divers of Antonio's creditors in mycompany to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
SHYLOCK
I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torturehim: I am glad of it. One of them showed me a ring that he had of yourdaughter for a monkey.
SHYLOCK
Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was myturquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
TUBAL

James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings

James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings
Jules Joseph Lefebvre paintings
Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres paintings
John William Godward paintings
Descend, for you must be my torchbearer.
JESSICA
What, must I hold a candle to my shames?They in themselves, good-sooth, are too too light.Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;And I should be obscured.
LORENZO
So are you, sweet,Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.But come at once;For the close night doth play the runaway,And we are stay'd for at Bassanio's feast.
JESSICA
I will make fast the doors, and gild myselfWith some more ducats, and be with you straight.
[Exit above]
GRATIANO
Now, by my hood, a Gentile and no Jew.
LORENZO
Beshrew me but I love her heartily;For she is wise, if I can judge of her,And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true,And true she is, as she hath proved herself,And therefore, like herself, wise, fair and true,Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Monet La Japonaise painting

Monet La Japonaise painting
Perez Tango painting
Vinci The Last Supper painting
Picasso The Old Guitarist painting
Nay, we will slink away in supper-time,Disguise us at my lodging and return,All in an hour.
GRATIANO
We have not made good preparation.
SALARINO
We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.
SALANIO
'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd,And better in my mind not undertook.
LORENZO
'Tis now but four o'clock: we have two hoursTo furnish us.
[Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter]
Friend Launcelot, what's the news?An it shall please you to break upthis, it shall seem to signify.
LORENZO
I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand;And whiter than the paper it writ onIs the fair hand that writ.
GRATIANO
Love-news, in faith.
LAUNCELOT
By your leave, sir.
LORENZO
Whither goest thou?
LAUNCELOT
Marry, sir, to bid my old master theJew to sup to-night with my new master the Christian.

Francisco de Goya paintings

Francisco de Goya paintings
Filippino Lippi paintings
Francisco de Zurbaran paintings
Gustav Klimt paintings
He stood up beside her and smoothed her hair with his soft, magnetic hand. His touch conveyed to her a certain physical comfort. She could have fallen quietly asleep there if he had continued to pass his hand over her hair. He brushed the hair upward from the nape of her neck.
"I hope you will feel better and happier in the morning," he said. "You have tried to do too much in the past few days The dinner was the last straw; you might have dispensed with it."
"Yes," she admitted; "it was stupid."
"No, it was delightful; but it has worn you out." His hand had strayed to her beautiful shoulders, and he could feel the response of her flesh to his touch. He
-242-seated himself beside her and kissed her lightly upon the shoulder.
"I thought you were going away," she said, in an uneven voice.
"I am, after I have said good night."
"Good night," she murmured.
He did not answer, except to continue to caress her. He did not say good night until she had become supple to his gentle, seductive entreaties.

Edward Hopper paintings

Edward Hopper paintings
Edgar Degas paintings
Emile Munier paintings
Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
About a year and a half or two years after the concluding events of this story, when search was being made in the pit of Montfaucon for the body of Olivier le Daim, who had been hanged two days before, and to whom Charles VIII granted the favour of being interred at Saint-Laurent in better company, there were found among these hideous carcases two skeletons, the one clasped in the arms of the other. One of these skeletons, which was that of a woman, had still about it some tattered remnants of a garment that had once been white, and about its neck was a string of beads together with a small silken bag ornamented with green glass, but open and empty. These objects had been of so little value that the executioner, doubtless, had scorned to take them. The other skeleton, which held this one in so close a clasp, was that of a man. It was observed that the spine was crooked, the skull compressed between the shoulder-blades, and that one leg was shorter than the other. There was no rupture of the vertebræ at the nape of the neck, from which it was evident that the man had not been hanged. He must, therefore, have come of himself and died there.
When they attempted to detach this skeleton from the one it was embracing, it fell to dust.

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings
Eugene de Blaas paintings
Eduard Manet paintings
Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
moonlight gleamed on whitened skulls, and the evening breeze, sweeping through the chains and skeletons, set them rattling in the gloom. The presence of this gibbet sufficed to cast a blight over every spot within the range of its accursed view.
The mass of masonry that formed the base of the repulsive edifice was hollow, and an immense cavern had been constructed in it, closed by an old battered iron grating, into which were thrown not only the human relics that fell from the chains of Montfaucon itself, but also the bodies of the victims of all the other permanent gibbets of Paris. To that deep charnel-house, where so many human remains and the memory of so many crimes have rotted and mingled together, many a great one of the earth, and many an innocent victim, have contributed their bones, from Enguerrand de Martigny, who inaugurated Montfaucon, and was one of the just, down to Admiral de Coligny—likewise one of the just—who closed it.
As for Quasimodo’s mysterious disappearance, all that we have been able to ascertain on the subject is this:

David Hardy paintings

David Hardy paintings
Dirck Bouts paintings
Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings
Daniel Ridgway Knight paintings
Let the reader imagine a huge oblong mass of masonry fifteen feet high, thirty feet wide, and forty feet long, on a plaster base, with a door, an external railing, and a platform; on this platform sixteen enormous pillars of rough hewn stone, thirty feet high, ranged as a colonnade round three of the four sides of the immense block supporting them, and connected at the top by heavy beams, from which hung chains at regular intervals; at each of these chains, skeletons; close by, in the plain, a stone cross and two secondary gibbets, rising like shoots of the great central tree; in the sky, hovering over the whole, a perpetual crowd of carrion crows. There you have Montfaucon.
By the end of the fifteenth century, this formidable gibbet, which had stood since 1328, had fallen upon evil days. The beams were worm-eaten, the chains corroded with rust, the pillars green with mould, the blocks of hewn stone gaped away from one another, and grass was growing on the platform on which no human foot ever trod now. The structure showed a ghastly silhouette against the sky—especially at night, when the

Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting

Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting
Goya Nude Maja painting
hassam Geraniums painting
Kahlo Roots painting
been difficult to gather from the conversation of the drinkers what the matter was which so engaged them. Only they wore a gayer air than usual, and every one of them had some weapon or other gleaming between his knees—a pruning-hook, an axe, a broadsword, or the crook of some ancient blunderbuss.
The hall, which was circular in form, was very spacious; but the tables were so crowded together and the drinkers so numerous, that the whole contents of the tavern—men, women, benches, tankards, drinkers, sleepers, gamblers, the able-bodied and the crippled—seemed thrown pell-mell together, with about as much order and harmony as a heap of oyster-shells. A few tallow candles guttered on the table; but the real source of light to the tavern, that which sustained in the cabaret the character of the chandelier in an opera-house, was the fire. This cellar was so damp that the fire was never allowed to go out, even in the height of summer; an immense fire-place with a carved chimney-piece, and crowded with heavy andirons and cooking utensils, contained one of those huge fires of wood and turf which in a village street at night cast the deep red glow of the forge windows on the opposite wall. A great dog, gravely seated in the ashes, was turning a spit hung with meat.

Vernet Two Soldiers On Horseback painting

Vernet Two Soldiers On Horseback painting
Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting
Mucha Untitled Alphonse Maria Mucha painting
Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder painting
The tavern, as we have said, was in the basement. The descent to it was through a low door and down a steep, narrow stair. Over the door, by way of sign, hung an extraordinary daub representing new- coined sols and dead fowls, with the punning legend underneath, Aux sonneurs
arMenu1[9] =
'11 Slang term for ready money, hard cash.';
1pour les trépassés!—The ringers for the dead.
One evening, when the curfew was ringing from all the steeples of Paris, the sergeants of the watch, could they have entered the redoubtable Court of Miracles, might have remarked that a greater hubbub than usual was going on in the tavern of the Vagabonds; that they were drinking deeper and swearing harder. Without, in the Place, were a number of groups conversing in low tones, as when some great plot is brewing, and here and there some fellow crouched down and sharpened a villainous iron blade on a flag-stone.
Meanwhile, in the tavern itself, wine and gambling formed so strong a diversion to the ideas that occupied the Vagabonds, that it would have

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
Watts Love And Life painting
hassam The Sonata painting
Pino Soft Light painting
The reader may perhaps remember that a portion of the Court of Miracles was enclosed by the ancient wall of the city, a good many towers of which were beginning at that time to fall into decay. One of these towers had been converted by the truands into a place of entertainment, with a tavern in the basement, and the rest in the upper storeys. This tower was the most animated, and consequently the most hideous, spot in the whole Vagabond quarter—a monstrous hive, buzzing day and night. At night, when the rest of the rabble were asleep—when not a lighted window was to be seen in the squalid fronts of the houses round the Place, when all sound had ceased in the innumerable tenements with their swarms of thieves, loose women, stolen or bastard children— the joyous tower could always be distinguished by the uproar that issued from it, and by the crimson glow of light streaming out from the loopholes, the windows, the fissures in the gaping walls, escaping, as it were, from every pore.

lord frederick leighton flaming june painting

lord frederick leighton flaming june painting
Flaming June is a painting by Frederic Lord Leighton, produced in 1895. Painted with oil paints on a 47" x 47" square canvas, it is widely considered to be Leighton's magnum opus, showing his classicist nature. It is thought that the woman portrayed alludes to the sleeping figures the Greeks would often paint which were collectively referred to as Venus.
Flaming June was auctioned in the 1960s, during a period of time known to be difficult for selling Victorian era paintings, where it failed to sell for its low reserve price of $140 USD (the equivalent of $840 in contemporary prices). Afterward, it was promptly purchased by the Ponce Museum of Art in Puerto Rico where it currently resides (see the following account).
The painting was honored in song by Paul Weller on his "Stanley Road" album, and by Mexican singer Luis Miguel (who was born in Puerto Rico) in his music video for the song "Amarte es un placer". See this original works or get a handmade recreation here. lord frederick leighton flaming june painting

lord frederick leighton flaming june painting rescued
In 1963, Luis A. Ferre - the noted Puerto Rican industrialist and politician, who would be elected Governor five years later - was on a trip around Europe, engaged in purchasing paintings and sculptures for the Ponce Museum of Art in Puerto Rico, which he had founded. On a stop in a gallery in Amsterdam, he found "Flaming June" abandoned in a corner. He became impressed by the painting's beauty, and asked the owner about it.
The owner said no one was interested in the painting because it was considered too old-fashioned for the time. But he added that if Ferre was interested in it, that he could have it for $10,000. Even though Ferre thought it was expensive (as noted above, it had been shortly before been auctioned for much less), they entered into an agreement that Ferre would wire the money for the painting. The man gave his word of not selling it to anyone else.
Antonio Luis Ferre, the industrialist's son, many years later related that his father spent a sleepless night, worried that the gallery owner wouldn't keep his promise[1]. Ferre called him in the morning, assuring him that the money would be wired and asking him to keep his promise - which he did, even though other people had already gone to the gallery and liked the painting.
Thus, "Flaming June" traveled to the Ponce Museum of Art and was prominently displayed. In later years, it was loaned to important expositions around the world, with the renewal of interest in Victorian art. As noted by El Nuevo Dia Newspaper (April 22, 2001), Puerto Ricans are proud of having rescued the painting from obscurity and feel that "It now belongs to Puerto Rico".
This painting is currently on loan to Tate Britain in London. It will be on display until early 2009.