Frederick Carl Frieseke paintings

Frederick Carl Frieseke paintings
Flamenco Dancer paintings
deal of Mr. Franklin's vehicle that day), and trying vainly to get the two artists away from their work. It was three o'clock before they took off their aprons, and released Penelope (much the worse for the vehicle), and cleaned themselves of their mess. But they had done what they wanted--they had finished the door on the birthday, and proud enough they were of it. The griffins, cupids, and so on, were, I must own, most beautiful to behold; though so many in number, so entangled in flowers and devices, and so topsy-turvy in their actions and attitudes, that you felt them unpleasantly in your head for hours after you had done with the pleasure of looking at them. If I add that Penelope ended her part of the morning's work by being sick in the back-kitchen, it is in no unfriendly spirit towards the vehicle. No! no! It left off stinking when it dried; and if Art requires these sort of sacrifices--though the girl is my own daughter--I say, let Art have them!
Mr. Franklin snatched a morsel from the luncheon-table, and rode off to Frizinghall--to escort his cousins, as he told my lady. To fetch the Moonstone, as was privately known to himself and to me.

Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting

Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Lombard Street painting
Matthew was having a bad ten minutes of it. He had come into the kitchen, in the twilight of a cold, gray December evening, and had sat down in the woodbox corner to take off his heavy boots, unconscious of the fact that Anne and a bevy of her schoolmates were having a practice of "The Fairy Queen" in the sitting room. Presently they came trooping through the hall and out into the kitchen, laughing and chattering gaily. They did not see Matthew, who shrank bashfully back into the shadows beyond the woodbox with a boot in one hand and a bootjack in the other, and he watched them shyly for the aforesaid ten minutes as they put on caps and jackets and talked about the dialogue and the concert. Anne stood among them, bright eyed and animated as they; but Matthew suddenly became conscious that there was something about her different from her mates. And what worried Matthew was that the difference impressed him as being something that should not exist. Anne had a brighter face, and bigger, starrier eyes, and more delicate features than the other; even shy, unobservant Matthew had learned to take note of these things; but the difference that disturbed him did not consist in any of these respects. Then in what did it consist?

William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche painting

William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche painting
Frida Kahlo Roots painting
looked right down at you."
"Diana," said Anne with dignity, "you are my bosom friend, but I cannot allow even you to speak to me of that person. Are you ready for bed? Let's run a race and see who'll get to the bed first."
The suggestion appealed to Diana. The two little white-clad figures flew down the long room, through the spare-room door, and bounded on the bed at the same moment. And then--something--moved beneath them, there was a gasp and a cry--and somebody said in muffled accents:
"Merciful goodness!"
Anne and Diana were never able to tell just how they got off that bed and out of the room. They only knew that after one frantic rush they found themselves tiptoeing shiveringly upstairs.
"Oh, who was it--what was it?" whispered Anne, her teeth chattering with cold and fright.

Filippino Lippi paintings

Filippino Lippi paintings
Francisco de Zurbaran paintings
He walked jauntily away, being hungry, and the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den--walk up to a girl--a strange girl--an orphan girl--and demand of her why she wasn't a boy. Matthew groaned in spirit as he turned about and shuffled gently down the platform towards her.
She had been watching him ever since he had passed her and she had her eyes on him now. Matthew was not looking at her and would not have seen what she was really like if he had been, but an ordinary observer would have seen this: A child of about eleven, garbed in a very short, very tight, very ugly dress of yellowish-gray wincey. She wore a faded brown sailor hat and beneath the hat, extending down her back, were two braids of very thick, decidedly red hair. Her face was small, white and thin, also much freckled; her mouth was large and so were her eyes, which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others.

Thomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand painting

Thomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand painting
Thomas Kinkade Fisherman's Wharf painting
Das mach mir nach", sprach der Riese, "wenn du Stärke hast."
"Ist's weiter nichts?" sagte das Schneiderlein. "Das ist bei unsereinem Spielwerk", griff in die Tasche, holte den weichen Käs und drückte ihn, daß der Saft herauslief. "Gelt", sprach er, "das war ein wenig besser?"
Der Riese wußte nicht, was er sagen sollte, und konnte es von dem Männlein nicht glauben. Da hob der Riese einen Stein auf und warf ihn so hoch, daß man ihn mit Augen kaum noch sehen konnte.
"Nun, du Erpelmännchen, das tu mir nach."
"Gut geworfen", sagte der Schneider, "aber der Stein hat doch wieder zur Erde herabfallen müssen. Ich will dir einen werfen, der soll gar nicht wiederkommen", griff in die Tasche, nahm den Vogel und warf ihn in die Luft. Der Vogel, froh über seine Freiheit, stieg auf, flog fort und kam nicht wieder. "Wie gefällt dir das Stückchen, Kamerad?" fragte der Schneider.

Edwin Austin Abbey paintings

Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
Edward Hopper paintings
und er sie selbst habe sehen müssen. Da verlor Rapunzel ihre Angst, und als er sie fragte, ob sie ihn zum Manne nehmen wollte, und sie sah, daß er jung und schön war, so dachte sie: Der wird mich lieber haben als die alte Frau Gotel, und sagte "Ja", und legte ihre Hand in seine Hand.
Sie sprach: "Ich will gerne mit dir gehen, aber ich weiß nicht, wie ich herabkommen kann. Wenn du kommst, so bring jedesmal einen Strang Seide mit, daraus will ich eine Leiter flechten, und wenn die fertig ist, so steige ich herunter, und du nimmst mich auf dein Pferd."
Sie verabredeten, daß er bis dahin alle Abende zu ihr kommen sollte: Denn bei Tag kam die Alte.
Die Zauberin merkte auch nichts davon, bis einmal Rapunzel anfing und zu ihr sagte: "Sag Sie mir doch, Frau Gotel, wie kommt es nur, Sie wird mir viel schwerer heraufzuziehen als den jungen Königssohn, der ist in einem Augenblick bei

William Bouguereau The Broken Pitcher painting

William Bouguereau The Broken Pitcher painting
Edgar Degas Star of the Ballet painting
One day the woman was standing by this window and looking down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion - Rapunzel, and it looked so fresh and green that she longed for it, and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire increased every day, and as she knew that she could not get any of it, she quite pined away, and began to look pale and miserable.
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

Alfred Gockel paintings

Alfred Gockel paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
Da sagte der König "hast du's versprochen, mußt du's auch halten; geh und mach ihm auf".
Sie ging und öffnete die Türe, da hüpfte der Frosch herein, ihr immer auf dem Fuße nach, bis zu ihrem Stuhl. Da saß er und rief "heb mich herauf zu dir".
Sie wollte nicht bis es der König befahl. Als der Frosch auf den Stuhl gekommen war, sprach er "nun schieb mir dein goldenes Tellerlein näher, damit wir zusammen essen".
Das tat sie auch, aber man sah wohl daß sies nicht gerne tat. Der Frosch ließ sichs gut schmecken, aber ihr blieb fast jedes Bißlein im Halse.
Endlich sprach er "nun hab ich mich satt gegessen, und bin müde, trag mich hinauf in dein Kämmerlein, und mach dein seiden Bettlein zurecht, da wollen wir uns schlafen legen".

Louis Aston Knight A Bend in the River painting

Louis Aston Knight A Bend in the River painting
Albert Bierstadt Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains California painting
throne lay the king and queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be heard, and at last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where briar-rose was sleeping.
There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away, and he stooped down and gave her a kiss. But as soon as he kissed her, briar-rose opened her eyes and awoke, and looked at him quite sweetly.
Then they went down together, and the king awoke, and the queen, and the whole court, and looked at each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the courtyard stood up and shook themselves, the hounds jumped up and wagged their tails, the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country, the flies on the wall crept again, the fire in the kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat, the joint began to turn and sizzle again, and the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he screamed, and the maid finished plucking the fowl.
And then the marriage of the king's son with briar-rose was celebrated with all splendor, and they lived contented to the end of their days.

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Brooke painting

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Brooke painting
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge painting
Jagd war, nahm die alte Hexe die Gestalt der Kammerfrau an, trat in die Stube, wo die Königin lag, und sprach zu der Kranken: "Kommt, das Bad ist fertig, das wird Euch wohltun und frische Kräfte geben; geschwind, eh' es kalt wird." Ihre Tochter war auch bei der Hand, sie trugen die schwache Königin in die Badstube und legten sie in die Wanne. Dann schlossen sie die Türe ab und liefen davon. In der Badstube aber hatten sie ein rechtes Höllenfeuer angemacht, daß die schöne junge Königin bald ersticken mußte.
Als das vollbracht war, nahm die Alte ihre Tochter, setzte ihr eine Haube auf und legte sie ins Bett an der Königin Stelle. Sie gab ihr auch die Gestalt und das Ansehen der Königin; nur das verlorene Auge konnte sie ihr nicht wiedergeben. Damit es aber der König nicht merkte, mußte sie sich auf die Seite legen, wo sie kein Auge hatte. Am Abend, als er heimkam und hörte, daß ihm ein Söhnlein geboren war, freute er sich herzlich und wollte ans Bett seiner lieben Frau gehen und sehen, was sie machte. Da rief die Alte geschwind: "Beileibe, laßt die Vorhänge zu, die Königin darf noch nicht ins Licht sehen und muß Ruhe haben." Der König ging zurück und wußte nicht, daß eine falsche Königin im Bette lag.

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Evening painting

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Evening painting
Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting
Da trug das Mädchen die Schüsseln zu der Stiefmutter, freute sich und glaubte, nun dürfte es mit auf die Hochzeit gehen. Aber sie sprach "es hilft dir alles nichts, du kommst nicht mit, denn du hast keine Kleider und kannst nicht tanzen; wir müßten uns deiner schämen." Darauf kehrte sie ihm den Rücken zu und eilte mit ihren zwei stolzen Töchtern fort.
Als nun niemand mehr daheim war, ging Aschenputtel zu seiner Mutter Grab unter den Haselbaum und rief
"Bäumchen, rüttel dich und schüttel dich, wirf Gold und Silber über mich." Da warf ihm der Vogel ein golden und silbern Kleid herunter und mit Seide und Silber ausgestickte Pantoffeln. In aller Eile zog es das Kleid an und ging zur Hochzeit. Seine Schwestern aber und die Stiefmutter kannten es nicht und meinten, es müsse eine fremde Königstochter sein, so schön sah es in dem goldenen

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carriages which had recently transported articles of various kinds to the tournament; and it was dark, for the banks and bushes intercepted the light of the harvest moon.
From the village were heard the distant sounds of revelry, mixed occasionally with load laughter, sometimes broken by screams, and sometimes by wild strains of distant music. All these sounds, intimating the disorderly state of the town, crowded with military nobles and their dissolute attendants, gave Gurth some uneasiness. “The Jewess was right,” he said to himself. “By Heaven and St. Dunstan, I would I were safe at my journey’s end with all this treasure! Here are such numbers, I will not say of arrant thieves, but of errant knights and errant squires, errant monks and errant minstrels, errant jugglers and errant jesters, that a man with a single merk would be in danger, much more a poor swineherd with a whole bagful of zecchins. Would I were out of the shade of these infernal bushes, that I might at least see any of St. Nicholas’s clerks before they spring on my shoulders.”

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Smile painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Smile painting
Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
papers as he spoke, “may be the beginning of the end to you and me and many another, or it may sound the knell of the Un-Dead who walk the earth. Read all, I pray you, with the open mind, and if you can add in any way to the story here told do so, for it is all important. You have kept a diary of all these so strange things, is it not so? Yes! Then we shall go through all these together when we meet.” He then made ready for his departure and shortly drove off to Liverpool Street. I took my way to Paddington, where I arrived about fifteen minutes before the train came in.
The crowd melted away, after the bustling fashion common to arrival platforms,and I was beginning to feel uneasy, lest I might miss my guest, when a sweet-faced, dainty looking girl stepped up to me, and after a quick glance said, “Dr. Seward, is it not?”
“And you are Mrs. Harker!” I answered at once, whereupon she held out her hand.
“I knew you from the description of poor dear Lucy, but. . .” She stopped suddenly, and a quick blush overspread her face.

Diane Romanello paintings

Diane Romanello paintings
Diego Rivera paintings
Go up,” said the host; “she is still in her room.”
Athos availed himself of the permission, mounted the stairs with his lightest step, gained the landing, and through the open door saw milady putting on her hat.
He went straight into the chamber and closed the door behind him.
At the noise he made in bolting it milady turned round.
Athos was standing before the door, enveloped in his cloak, with his hat pulled down over his eyes. On seeing that figure, mute and motionless like a statue, milady was startled.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” cried she.
“There now!” murmured Athos; “it is certainly she!”

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last, however, came what we had waited for so long. The treasure had been found. It was up at the top of the house in Mr. Banholomew Sholto's chemical laboratory. I came at once and had a look at the place, but I could not see how, with my wooden leg, I was to make my way up to it. I learned, however, about a trapdoor in the roof, and also about Mr. Sholto's supper-hour. It seemed to me that I could manage the thing easily through Tonga. I brought him out with me with a long rope wound round his waist. He could climb like a cat, and he soon made his way through the roof, but, as ill luck would have it, Bartholomew Sholto was still in the room, to his cost. Tonga thought he had done something very clever in killing him, for when I came up by the rope I found him strutting about as proud as a peacock. Very much surprised was he when I made at him with the rope's end and cursed him for a little bloodthirsty imp. I took the treasure box and let it down, and then slid down myself, having first left the sign of the four upon the table to show that the jewels had come back at last to those who had most right to them. Tonga then pulled up the rope, closed the window, and made off the way that he had come
"I don't know that I have anything else to tell you. I had heard a waterman speak of the speed of Smith's launch, the Aurora, so l thought she would be a handy

Diego Rivera paintings

Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings
windmill-vender, with his big wheel of whirring splendor. It spun round in a blaze like a whirling rainbow, and the sun gleamed upon it, and the wind whipped it, until it seemed a maze of spattering diamonds. "Coquerico!" crowed the golden cock on the top of the stadhuis. "That is something worth crowing for." But the little boy did not hear him; he was sobbing over the crumpled bit of paper on the floor. I READ a book With a golden name, Written in blood On a leaf of flame. And the words of the book Were clothed in white, With tiger colors Making them bright. The sweet words sang Like an angel choir, And their purple wings Beat the air to fire. Then I rose on my bed, And attended my ear, And the words sang carefully So I could hear. The dark night opened Like a silver bell, And I heard what it was The words must tell: "Heaven is good. Evil is Hell." The night shut up Like a silver bell. But the words still sang, And I listened well. I heard the tree-winds Crouch and roar, I saw green waves On a stony shore. I saw blue wings In a beat of fire. My hands clutched the feathers

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
William Etty William Etty painting
I pray, sir, tell me, is it possibleThat love should of a sudden take such hold?
LUCENTIO
O Tranio, till I found it to be true,I never thought it possible or likely;But see, while idly I stood looking on,I found the effect of love in idleness:And now in plainness do confess to thee,That art to me as secret and as dearAs Anna to the queen of Carthage was,Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,If I achieve not this young modest girl.Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
TRANIO
Master, it is no time to chide you now;Affection is not rated from the heart:If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.'
LUCENTIO
Gramercies, lad, go forward; this contents:The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.

Guercino paintings

Guercino paintings
Howard Behrens paintings
Her fellow-travellers the next day were not of a kind to make her think him less agreeable. Sir William Lucas and his daughter Maria, a good humoured girl, but as empty-headed as himself, had nothing to say that could be worth hearing, and were listened to with about as much delight as the rattle of the chaise. Elizabeth loved absurdities, but she had known Sir William's too long. He could tell her nothing new of the wonders of his presentation and knighthood; and his civilities were worn out like his information.
It was a journey of only twenty-four miles, and they began it so early as to be in Gracechurch-street by noon. As they drove to Mr. Gardiner's door, Jane was at a drawing-room window watching their arrival; when they entered the passage she was there to welcome them, and Elizabeth, looking earnestly in her face, was pleased to see it healthful and lovely as ever. On the stairs were a troop of little boys and girls, whose eagerness for their cousin's appearance would not allow them to wait in the drawing-room, and whose shyness, as they had not seen her for a twelvemonth, prevented their coming lower. All was joy and kindness. The day passed most pleasantly away; the morning in bustle and shopping, and the evening at one of the theatres.

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting
Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come in tears:Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,In their nativity all truth appears.How can these things in me seem scorn to you,Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
HELENA
You do advance your cunning more and more.When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
LYSANDER
I had no judgment when to her I swore.
HELENA
Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
LYSANDER
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
DEMETRIUS
[Awaking]
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in showThy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crowWhen thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kissThis princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!

Waterhouse waterhouse Saint Cecilia painting

Waterhouse waterhouse Saint Cecilia painting
Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
When the first cold days set in Emma left her bedroom for the sitting-room, a long apartment with a low ceiling, in which there was on the mantelpiece a large bunch of coral spread out against the looking- glass. Seated in her arm chair near the window, she could see the villagers pass along the pavement.
Twice a day Leon went from his office to the Lion d’Or. Emma could hear him coming from afar; she leant forward listening, and the young man glided past the curtain, always dressed in the same way, and without turning his head. But in the twilight, when, her chin resting on her left hand, she let the embroidery she had begun fall on her knees, she often shuddered at the apparition of this shadow suddenly gliding past. She would get up and order the table to be laid.Monsieur Homais called at dinner-time. Skull-cap in hand, he came in on tiptoe, in order to disturb no one, always repeating the same phrase, “Good evening, everybody.” Then, when he had taken his seat at the table between the pair, he asked the doctor about his patients, and the

Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings

Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings
Jehan Georges Vibert paintings
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
James Childs paintings
LAUNCELOT
Do you not know me, father?
GOBBO
Alack, sir, I am sand-blind; I know you not.
LAUNCELOT
Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail ofthe knowing me: it is a wise father that knows hisown child. Well, old man, I will tell you news ofyour son: give me your blessing: truth will cometo light; murder cannot be hid long; a man's sonmay, but at the length truth will out.
GOBBO
Pray you, sir, stand up: I am sure you are notLauncelot, my boy.
LAUNCELOT
Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, butgive me your blessing: I am Launcelot, your boythat was, your son that is, your child that shallbe.
GOBBO
I cannot think you are my son.
LAUNCELOT
I know not what I shall think of that: but I amLauncelot, the Jew's man, and I am sure Margery yourwife is my mother.

Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting

Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting
Waterhouse waterhouse Saint Cecilia painting
Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
Watts Love And Life painting
says,' or 'as Mrs. Pontellier once said.' 'If Mrs. Pontellier should call upon you, play for her that Impromptu of Chopin's, my favorite. I heard it here a day or two ago, but not as you play it. I should like to know how it affects her,' and so on, as if he supposed we were constantly in each other's society."
"Let me see the letter."
"Oh, no."
"Have you answered it?"
"No."
"Let me see the letter."
"No, and again, no."
"Then play the Impromptu for me."
"It is growing late; what time do you have to be home?"
"Time doesn't concern me. Your question seems a little rude. Play the Impromptu."
"But you have told me nothing of yourself. What are you doing?"
"Painting!" laughed Edna. "I am becoming an artist. Think of it!"
"Ah! an artist! You have pretensions, Madame."

dropship oil paintings

dropship oil paintings
Mediterranean paintings
Oil Painting Gallery
Alfred Gockel paintings
administered a rebuke in the form of a volley of abuse, which, owing to its rapidity and incoherence, was all but incomprehensible to Edna. Whatever it was, the rebuke was convincing, for the woman dropped her hoe and went mumbling into the house.
Edna did not wish to enter. It was very pleasant there on the side porch, where there were chairs, a wicker lounge, and a small table. She seated herself, for she was tired from her long tramp; and she began to rock gently and smooth out the
-155-folds of her silk parasol. Victor drew up his chair beside her. He at once explained that the black woman's offensive conduct was all due to imperfect training, as he was not there to take her in hand. He had only come up from the island the morning before, and expected to return next day. He stayed all winter at the island; he lived there, and kept the place in order and got things ready for the summer visitors.
But a man needed occasional relaxation, he informed Mrs. Pontellier, and every now and again he drummed up a pretext to bring him to the city. My! but he had had a time of it the

Waterhouse waterhouse Saint Cecilia painting

Waterhouse waterhouse Saint Cecilia painting
Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
Watts Love And Life painting
hassam The Sonata painting
bells without—only the organ remained. It seemed as though there were no longer any musicians in the belfries. Nevertheless, Quasimodo was still there; what had come over him? Was it that the shame and despair of the pillory still lingered in his heart, that his soul still quivered under the lash of the torturer, that his horror of such treatment had swallowed up all other feeling in him, even his passion for the bells?—or was it rather that Marie had a rival in the heart of the bell-ringer of Notre-Dame, and that the great bell and her fourteen sisters were being neglected for something more beautiful?
It happened that in this year of grace 1482, the Feast of the Annunciation fell on Tuesday, the 25th of March. On that day the air was so pure and light that Quasimodo felt some return of affection for his bells. He accordingly ascended the northern tower, while the beadle below threw wide the great doors of the church, which consisted, at that time, of enormous panels of strong wood, padded with leather, bordered with gilded iron nails, and framed in carving “very skilfully wrought.”

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world. You must not judge of him, Miss Dashwood, from your slight acquaintance. Poor Edward! His manners are certainly not the happiest in nature. But we are not all born, you know, with the same powers -- the same address. Poor fellow! to see him in a circle of strangers! -- to be sure it was pitiable enough! -- but, upon my soul, I believe he has as good a heart as any in the kingdom; and I declare and protest to you I never was so shocked in my life, as when it all burst forth. I could not believe it. My mother was the first person who told me of it, and I, feeling myself called on to act with resolution, immediately said to her, 'My dear madam, I do not know what you may intend to do on the occasion, but as for myself, I must say, that if Edward does marry this young woman, I never will see him again.' That was what I said immediately, -- I was most uncommonly shocked indeed! -- Poor Edward! -- he has done for himself completely! -- shut himself out for ever from all decent society! -- but as I directly said to my mother, I am not in the least surprised at it; from his style of education it was always to be expected. My poor mother was half frantic."
"Have you ever seen the lady?"

David Male Nude known as Patroclus painting

David Male Nude known as Patroclus painting
Rubens The Crucified Christ painting
Vinci da Vinci Mona Lisa painting
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting
Certainly, ma'am," replied Elinor, not hearing much of what she said, and more anxious to be alone than to be mistress of the subject.
How she should begin -- how she should express herself in her note to Edward, was now all her concern. The particular circumstances between them made a difficulty of that which to any other person would have been the easiest thing in the world; but she equally feared to say too much or too little, and sat deliberating over her paper, with the pen in her hand, till broken in on by the entrance of Edward himself.
He had met Mrs. Jennings at the door in her way to the carriage, as he came to leave his farewell card; and she, after apologising for not returning herself, had obliged him to enter by saying that Miss Dashwood was above, and wanted to speak with him on very particular business. Elinor had just been congratulating herself, in the midst of her perplexity, that however difficult it might be to express herself properly by letter, it was at least preferable to giving the

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Pino pino_color painting
Pino day dream painting
Atroshenko Intimate Thoughts painting
Atroshenko Ballerina painting
that, perhaps, so unfortunately circumstanced as he is now, it may be nonsense to appear to doubt; I only wish it were more valuable. -- It is a rectory, but a small one; the late incumbent, I believe, did not make more than 200 pounds per annum, and though it is certainly capable of improvement, I fear, not to such an amount as to afford him a very comfortable income. Such as it is, however, my pleasure in presenting him to it, will be very great. Pray assure him of it."
Elinor's astonishment at this commission could hardly have been greater, had the Colonel been really making her an offer of his hand. The preferment, which only two days before she had considered as hopeless for Edward, was already provided to enable him to marry; -- and she, of all people in the world, as fixed on to bestow it! -- Her emotion was such as Mrs. Jennings had attributed to a very different cause; -- but whatever minor feelings less pure, less pleasing, might have a share in that emotion, her esteem for the general benevolence, and her gratitude for the particular friendship, which together prompted Colonel Brandon to this act, were strongly felt, and warmly expressed. She thanked him for it with all her heart, spoke of Edward's principles and disposition with that praise which she knew them to deserve; and promised to undertake the commission with pleasure, if it were really his wish to put off so

James Childs paintings

James Childs paintings
John Singleton Copley paintings
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings
Mrs. Jennings was very warm in her praise of Edward's conduct, but only Elinor and Marianne understood its true merit. They only knew how little he had had to tempt him to be disobedient, and how small was the consolation, beyond the consciousness of doing right, that could remain to him in the loss of friends and fortune. Elinor gloried in his integrity; and Marianne forgave all his offences in compassion for his punishment. But though confidence between them was, by this public discovery, restored to its proper state, it was not a subject on which either of them were fond of dwelling when alone. Elinor avoided it upon principle, as tending to fix still more upon her thoughts, by the too warm, too positive assurances of Marianne, that belief of Edward's continued affection for herself which she rather wished to do away; and Marianne's courage soon failed her, in trying to converse upon a topic which always left her more dissatisfied with herself than ever, by the comparison it necessarily produced between Elinor's conduct and her own.
She felt all the force of that comparison; but not as her sister had hoped, to urge her to exertion now; she felt it with all the pain of continual self-reproach, regretted most bitterly that

Ford Madox Brown paintings

Ford Madox Brown paintings
Federico Andreotti paintings
Fra Angelico paintings
Frederic Edwin Church paintings
That is exactly what I think of him," cried Marianne.
"Do not boast of it, however," said Elinor, "for it is injustice in both of you. He is highly esteemed by all the family at the Park, and I never see him myself without taking pains to converse with him."
"That he is patronized by you," replied Willoughby, "is certainly in his favour; but as for the esteem of the others, it is a reproach in itself. Who would submit to the indignity of being approved by such women as Lady Middleton and Mrs. Jennings, that could command the indifference of any body else?"
"But perhaps the abuse of such people as yourself and Marianne, will make amends for the regard of Lady Middleton and her mother. If their praise is censure, your censure may be praise; for they are not more undiscerning, than you are prejudiced and unjust."
"In defence of your protegé, you can even be saucy."

Manet Two Roses On A Tablecloth painting

Manet Two Roses On A Tablecloth painting
Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase painting
Chase Chase Summertime painting
Bierstadt Bavarian Landscape painting
The Dashwoods were now settled at Barton with tolerable comfort to themselves. The house and the garden, with all the objects surrounding them, were now become familiar; and the ordinary pursuits which had given to Norland half its charms, were engaged in again with far greater enjoyments than Norland had been able to afford since the loss of their father. Sir John Middleton, who called on them every day for the first fortnight, and who was not in the habit of seeing much occupation at home, could not conceal his amazement on finding them always employed.
Their visitors, except those from Barton Park, were not many; for, in spite of Sir John's urgent entreaties that they would mix more in the neighbourhood, and repeated assurances of his carriage being always at their service, the independence of Mrs. Dashwood's spirit overcame the wish of society for her children; and she was resolute in declining to visit any family

Picasso The Old Guitarist painting

Picasso The Old Guitarist painting
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Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
Dali The Rose painting
would see, he said, only one gentleman there besides himself; a particular friend who was staying at the park, but who was neither very young nor very gay. He hoped they would all excuse the smallness of the party, and could assure them it should never happen so again. He had been to several families that morning, in hopes of procuring some addition to their number, but it was moonlight, and every body was full of engagements. Luckily Lady Middleton's mother had arrived at Barton within the last hour, and as she was a very cheerful, agreeable woman, he hoped the young ladies would not find it so very dull as they might imagine. The young ladies, as well as their mother, were perfectly satisfied with having two entire strangers of the party, and wished for no more.
Mrs. Jennings, Lady Middleton's mother, was a good-humoured, merry, fat, elderly woman, who talked a great deal, seemed very happy, and rather vulgar. She was full of jokes and laughter, and before dinner was over had said many witty things on the subject of lovers and husbands; hoped they had not left their hearts behind them in Sussex, and pretended to see them blush whether they did or not. Marianne was vexed at it for her sister's sake, and turned her eyes towards Elinor, to see how she bore these attacks, with an earnestness which gave Elinor far more pain than could arise from such common-place raillery as Mrs. Jennings's.

Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting

Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
Wallis Roman Girl painting
Raphael Madonna and Child with Book painting
Cole The Notch of the White Mountains (Crawford Notch) painting
never been disposed to think her amiable; and I am very much mistaken if Edward is not himself aware that there would be many difficulties in his way, if he were to wish to marry a woman who had not either a great fortune or high rank."
Marianne was astonished to find how much the imagination of her mother and herself had outstripped the truth.
"And you really are not engaged to him!" said she. "Yet it certainly soon will happen. But two advantages will proceed from this delay. I shall not lose you so soon, and Edward will have greater opportunity of improving that natural taste for your favourite pursuit, which must be so indispensably necessary to your future felicity. Oh! if he should be so far stimulated by your genius as to learn to draw himself, how delightful it would be!"
Elinor had given her real opinion to her sister. She could not consider her partiality for Edward in so prosperous a state as Marianne had believed it. There was, at times, a want

dropship oil paintings

dropship oil paintings
Mediterranean paintings
Oil Painting Gallery
Alfred Gockel paintings
Mrs. Dashwood now took pains to get acquainted with him. Her manners were attaching and soon banished his reserve. She speedily comprehended all his merits; the persuasion of his regard for Elinor perhaps assisted her penetration; but she really felt assured of his worth: and even that quietness of manner which militated against all her established ideas of what a young man's address ought to be, was no longer uninteresting when she knew his heart to be warm and his temper affectionate.
No sooner did she perceive any symptom of love in his behaviour to Elinor, than she considered their serious attachment as certain, and looked forward to their marriage as rapidly approaching. In a few months, my dear Marianne," said she, "Elinor will in all probability be settled for life. We shall miss her; but she will be happy."
"Oh! mama, how shall we do without her?"
"My love, it will be scarcely a separation. We shall live within a few miles of each other, and shall meet every day of our lives. You will gain a brother -- a real, affectionate brother. I have the highest opinion in the world of Edward's heart. But you look grave, Marianne; do you disapprove your sister's choice?"

Avtandil The Grand Opera painting

Avtandil The Grand Opera painting
Pino Angelica painting
Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
Manet Two Roses On A Tablecloth painting
reminiscences of some one long since dead; not till Medora suddenly spoke her name at the archery match had Ellen Olenska become a living presence to him again. The Marchioness's foolish lisp had called up a vision of the little fire-lit drawing-room and the sound of the carriage-wheels returning down the deserted street. He thought of a story he had read, of some peasant children in Tuscany lighting a bunch of straw in a wayside cavern, and revealing old silent images in their painted tomb . . .
The way to the shore descended from the bank on which the house was perched to a walk above the water planted with weeping willows. Through their veil Archer caught the glint of the Lime Rock, with its white-washed turret and the tiny house in which the
-215-heroic light-house keeper, Ida Lewis, was living her last venerable years. Beyond it lay the flat reaches and ugly government chimneys of Goat Island, the bay spreading northward in a shimmer of gold to Prudence Island with its low growth of oaks, and the shores of Conanicut faint in the sunset haze.

Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings

Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
Julien Dupre paintings
Julius LeBlanc Stewart paintings
Jeffrey T.Larson paintings
It was not May's fault, poor dear. If, now and then, during their travels, they had fallen slightly out of step, harmony had been restored by their return to the conditions she was used to. He had always foreseen that she would not disappoint him; and he had been right. He had married (as most young men did) because he had met a perfectly charming girl at the moment when a series of rather aimless sentimental adventures were ending in premature disgust; and she had represented peace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense of an unescapable duty.
He could not say that he had been mistaken in his choice, for she had fulfilled all that he had expected. It was undoubtedly gratifying to be the husband of one of the handsomest and most popular young married women in New York, especially when she was also one of the sweetest-tempered and most reasonable of wives; and Archer had never been insensible to such advantages. As for the momentary madness which had fallen upon him on the eve of his marriage, he had trained himself to regard it as the last of his discarded experiments. The idea that he could ever, in his senses, have dreamed

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famous painting
``Probably there'll be nobody at Mrs. Carfry's -- London's a desert at this season, and you've made yourself much too beautiful,'' Archer said to May, who sat at his side in the hansom so spotlessly splendid in her sky-blue cloak edged with swansdown that it seemed wicked to expose her to the London grime.
``I don't want them to think that we dress like savages,'' she replied, with a scorn that Pocahontas might have resented; and he was struck again by the religious reverence of even the most unworldly American women for the social advantages of dress.
``It's their armour,'' he thought, ``their defence against the unknown, and their defiance of it.'' And he understood for the first time the earnestness with which May, who was incapable of tying a ribbon in her hair to charm him, had gone through the solemn rite of selecting and ordering her extensive wardrobe. He had been right in expecting the party at Mrs. Carfry's to be a small one. Besides their hostess and her sister, they found, in the long chilly drawing-room, only another shawled lady, a genial Vicar who was her husband, a silent lad whom Mrs. Carfry named as her nephew, and a small dark gentleman with lively eyes whom she introduced as his tutor, pronouncing a French name as she did

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting
Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
Perez white and red painting
Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
twinkling of the tea -- -"
"The twinkling of the what?" said the King.
"It began with the tea," the Hatter replied.
"Of course twinkling begins with a T!" said the King sharply. "Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!"
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"I'm a poor man," the Hatter went on, "and most things twinkled after that -- only the March Hare said -- -"
"I didn't!" the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.
"You did!" said the Hatter.
"I deny it!" said the March Hare.
"He denies it," said the King: "leave out that part."
"Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said -- -" the Hatter went on, looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse denied nothing, being fast asleep.
"After that," continued the Hatter, "I cut some more bread-and-butter -- -"
"But what did the Dormouse say?" one of the jury asked.
"That I can't remember," said the Hatter.

Kahlo My Birth painting

Kahlo My Birth painting
Kahlo My Dress Hangs There painting
Kahlo My Wet Nurse and I painting
Kahlo Naturaleza viva painting
Oh, as to the whiting," said the Mock Turtle, "they -- you've seen them, of course?"
"Yes," said Alice, "I've often seen them at dinn -- -" she checked herself hastily.
"I don't know where Dinn may be," said the Mock Turtle, "but if you've seen them so often, of course you know what they're like."
"I believe so," Alice replied thoughtfully. "They have their tails in their mouths -- and they're all over crumbs."
"You're wrong about the crumbs," said the Mock Turtle: "crumbs would all wash off in the sea. But they have their tails in their mouths; and the reason is -- -" here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut his eyes. "Tell her about the reason and all that," he said to the Gryphon.
"The reason is," said the Gryphon, "that they would go with the lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had to fall a long way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths. So they couldn't get them out again. That's all."
"Thank you," said Alice, "it's very interesting. I never knew so much about a whiting before."
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"I can tell you more than that, if you like," said the Gryphon. "Do you know why it's called a whiting?"
"I never thought about it," said Alice. "Why?"

Kahlo Fulang Chang and I painting

Kahlo Fulang Chang and I painting
Kahlo Girl with Death Mask painting
Kahlo Henry Ford Hospital painting
Kahlo Itzcuintli Dog wit Me painting
that is -- `Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.' "
"How fond she is of finding morals in things!" Alice thought to herself.
"I daresay you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your waist," the Duchess said after a pause: "the reason is, that I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?"
"He might bite," Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to have the experiment tried.
"Very true," said the Duchess : "flamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is -- `Birds of a feather flock together.'"
"Only mustard isn't a bird," ALice remarked.
"Right, as usual," said the Duchess: "what a clear way you have of putting things!"
"It's a mineral, I think," said Alice.
"Of course it is," said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything that Alice said; "there's a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral of that is -- `The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.' "
"Oh, I know!" exclaimed Alice, who had not

Abrishami SENSATIONS painting

Abrishami SENSATIONS painting
Abrishami Simple Event painting
Abrishami Something Special painting
Abrishami Somewhere in Time painting
"Nonsense!" said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.
The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said, "Consider, my dear: she is only a child!"
The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave, "Turn them over!" The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot.
"Get up!" said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the three gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen, the royal children, and everybody else.
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"Leave off that!" screamed the Queen. "You make me giddy." And then, turning to the rosetree, she went on, "What have you been doing here ?"
"May it please your Majesty," said Two, in a very humble tone, going down on one knee as he spoke, "we were trying -- -"
"I see!" said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the roses. "Off with their heads!" and the procession moved on, three of the soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate gardeners, who ran to Alice for protection.

Avtandil Cocktails at the Club painting

Avtandil Cocktails at the Club painting
Avtandil Evening for Two painting
Avtandil Game of Pool painting
Avtandil Hot Night Romance painting
"I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter.
"Nor I," said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. "I think you might do something better with the time," she said, "than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers."
"If you knew Time as well as I do," said the Hatter, "you wouldn't talk about wasting it. It's him."
"I don't know what you mean," said Alice.
"Of course you don't!" the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. "I daresay you never even spoke to Time!"
"Perhaps not," Alice cautiously replied: "but I know I have to beat time when I learn music."
"Ah! that accounts for it," said the Hatter. "He won't stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time,
-98-and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!"

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Joan Miro paintings
Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings
Jehan Georges Vibert paintings
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it would be as well to introduce some other subject of conversation. While she was trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the fire, and at once set to work throwing everything within her reach at the Duchess and the baby -- the fire-irons came first; then followed a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice of them even when they hit her; and the baby was howling so much already, that it was quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or not.
"Oh, please mind what you're doing!" cried Alice, jumping up and down in an agony of terror "Oh, there goes his precious nose!" as an unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried it off.
"If everybody minded their own business," the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, "the world would go round a deal faster than it does."
"Which would not be an advantage," said Alice,
-82-who felt very glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge. "just think what work it would make with the day and night! You see, the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis -- -"