Cheri Blum paintings

Cheri Blum paintings
Camille Pissarro paintings
Why have you come up here, Godfrey?' she asked. `Why didn't you go into the library?'
He laughed softly, and answered, `Miss Clack is in the library.'
`Clack in the library!' She instantly seated herself on the ottoman in the back drawing-room. `You are quite right, Godfrey. We had much better stop here.'
I had been in a burning fever, a moment since, and in some doubt what to do next. I became extremely cold now, and felt no doubt whatever. To show myself, after what I had heard, was impossible. To retreat-- except into the fireplace--was equally out of the question. A martyrdom was before me. In justice to myself, I noiselessly arranged the curtains so that I could both see and hear. And then I met my martyrdom, with the spirit of a primitive Christian.
`Don't sit on the ottoman,' the young lady proceeded. `Bring a chair, Godfrey. I like people to be opposite to me when I talk to them.'

Nancy O'Toole paintings

Nancy O'Toole paintings
Pino paintings
plain servant's nightgown. No, no, Mr. Betteredge--all that is clear enough. The pinch of the question is--why, after having provided the substitute dress, does she hide the smeared nightgown, instead of destroying it? If the girl won't speak out, there is only one way of settling the difficulty. The hiding-place at the Shivering Sand must be searched--and the true state of the case will be discovered there.'
`How are you to find the place?' I inquired.
`I am sorry to disappoint you,' said the Sergeant--`but that's a secret which I mean to keep to myself.'
(Not to irritate your curiosity, as he irritated mine, I may here inform you that he had come back from Frizinghall provided with a search-warrant. His experience in such matters told him that Rosanna was in all probability carrying about her a memorandum of the hiding-place, to guide her, in case she returned to it, under changed circumstances and after a lapse of time. Possessed of this memorandum, the Sergeant would be furnished with all that he could desire.)

Jules Breton paintings

Jules Breton paintings
Johannes Vermeer paintings
Before we had exchanged two words, the Sergeant unexpectedly joined us. He made up to Mr. Franklin, who received him, I must own, haughtily enough. `Have you anything to say to me?' was all the return he got for politely wishing Mr. Franklin good morning.
`I have something to say to you, sir,' answered the Sergeant, `on the subject of the inquiry I am conducting here. You detected the turn that inquiry was really taking, yesterday. Naturally enough, in your position, you are shocked and distressed. Naturally enough, also, you visit your own angry sense of your own family scandal upon Me.'
`What do you want?' Mr. Franklin broke in, sharply enough.
I want to remind you, sir, that I have at any rate, thus far, not been proved to be wrong. Bearing that in mind, be pleased to remember, at the same time, that I am an officer of the law acting here under the sanction of the mistress of the house. Under these circumstances, is it, or is it

Edward Hopper Reclining Nude painting

Edward Hopper Reclining Nude painting
Lord Frederick Leighton Nude on the Beach painting
you think, Marilla, when I can rejoice in Josie's success? Mr. Harmon Andrews took second prize for Gravenstein apples and Mr. Bell took first prize for a pig. Diana said she thought it was ridiculous for a Sunday-school superintendent to take a prize in pigs, but I don't see why. Do you? She said she would always think of it after this when he was praying so solemnly. Clara Louise MacPherson took a prize for painting, and Mrs. Lynde got first prize for homemade butter and cheese. So Avonlea was pretty well represented, wasn't it? Mrs. Lynde was there that day, and I never knew how much I really liked her until I saw her familiar face among all those strangers. There were thousands of people there, Marilla. It made me feel dreadfully insignificant. And Miss Barry took us up to the grandstand to see the horse races. Mrs. Lynde wouldn't go; she said horse racing was an abomination and, she being a church member, thought it her bounden duty to set a good example by staying away. But there were so many there I don't believe Mrs. Lynde's absence would ever be noticed. I don't think, though, that I ought to go very often to horse races, because they are awfully fascinating. Diana got so excited that she offered to bet me ten cents that the red horse would win. I didn't believe he would, but I refused to bet, because I wanted to tell Mrs. Allan all about everything, and I felt sure it wouldn't do to tell her that.

Claude Monet Sunflowers painting

Claude Monet Sunflowers painting
Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
Jane's mother is going to let her have a birthday party?"
Diana shook her head, her black eyes dancing with merriment.
"I can't think what it can be," said Anne in despair, "unless it's that Moody Spurgeon MacPherson saw you home from prayer meeting last night. Did he?"
"I should think not," exclaimed Diana indignantly. "I wouldn't be likely to boast of it if he did, the horrid creature! I knew you couldn't guess it. Mother had a letter from Aunt Josephine today, and Aunt Josephine wants you and me to go to town next Tuesday and stop with her for the Exhibition. There!"
"Oh, Diana," whispered Anne, finding it necessary to lean up against a maple tree for support, "do you really mean it? But I'm afraid Marilla won't let me go. She will say that she can't encourage gadding about. That was what she said last week when Jane invited me to go with them in their double-seated buggy to the American concert at the White Sands Hotel. I wanted to go, but Marilla said I'd be better at home learning my lessons and so would Jane. I was bitterly disappointed

Thomas Kinkade Chicago Water Tower painting

Thomas Kinkade Chicago Water Tower painting
Thomas Kinkade Cedar Nook Cottage painting
This was how the story club came into existence. It was limited to Diana and Anne at first, but soon it was extended to include Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis and one or two others who felt that their imaginations needed cultivating. No boys were allowed in it--although Ruby Gillis opined that their admission would make it more exciting--and each member had to produce one story a week.
"It's extremely interesting," Anne told Marilla. "Each girl has to read her story out loud and then we talk it over. We are going to keep them all sacredly and have them to read to our descendants. We each write under a nom-de-plume. Mine is Rosamond Montmorency. All the girls do pretty well. Ruby Gillis is rather sentimental. She puts too much lovemaking into her stories and you know too much is worse than too little. Jane never puts any because she says it makes her feel so silly when she had to read it out loud. Jane's stories are extremely sensible. Then Diana puts too many murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them. I mostly always have to tell them what to write about, but that isn't hard for I've millions of ideas."

childe hassam Poppies Isles of Shoals painting

childe hassam Poppies Isles of Shoals painting
Andrew Atroshenko Ballerina painting
saucer of blue plums did Marilla say:
"Mrs. Barry was here this afternoon, Anne. She wanted to see you, but I wouldn't wake you up. She says you saved Minnie May's life, and she is very sorry she acted as she did in that affair of the currant wine. She says she knows now you didn't mean to set Diana drunk, and she hopes you'll forgive her and be good friends with Diana again. You're to go over this evening if you like for Diana can't stir outside the door on account of a bad cold she caught last night. Now, Anne Shirley, for pity's sake don't fly up into the air."
The warning seemed not unnecessary, so uplifted and aerial was Anne's expression and attitude as she sprang to her feet, her face irradiated with the flame of her spirit.
"Oh, Marilla, can I go right now--without washing my dishes? I'll wash

Fabian Perez Tango painting

Fabian Perez Tango painting
Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
wanted Mrs. Chester Ross to think I was a ladylike little girl even if I wasn't pretty. Everything went right until I saw Marilla coming with the plum pudding in one hand and the pitcher of pudding sauce warmed up, in the other. Diana, that was a terrible moment. I remembered everything and I just stood up in my place and shrieked out `Marilla, you mustn't use that pudding sauce. There was a mouse drowned in it. I forgot to tell you before.' Oh, Diana, I shall never forget that awful moment if I live to be a hundred. Mrs. Chester Ross just looked at me and I thought I would sink through the floor with mortification. She is such a perfect housekeeper and fancy what she must have thought of us. Marilla turned red as fire but she never said a word--then. She just carried that sauce and pudding out and brought in some strawberry preserves. She even offered me some, but I couldn't swallow a mouthful. It was like heaping coals of fire on my head. After Mrs. Chester Ross went away, Marilla gave me a dreadful scolding. Why, Diana, what is the matter?"
Diana had stood up very unsteadily; then she sat down again, putting her hands to her head.

Benjamin Williams Leader paintings

Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
She's got too much to say," thought Marilla, "but she might be trained out of that. And there's nothing rude or slangy in what she does say. She's ladylike. It's likely her people were nice folks."
The shore road was "woodsy and wild and lonesome." On the right hand, scrub firs, their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, grew thickly. On the left were the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the track in places that a mare of less steadiness than the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind her. Down at the base of the cliffs were heaps of surf-worn rocks or little sandy coves inlaid with pebbles as with ocean jewels; beyond lay the sea, shimmering and blue, and over it soared the gulls, their pinions flashing silvery in the sunlight.
"Isn't the sea wonderful?" said Anne, rousing from a long, wide-eyed silence. "Once, when I lived in Marysville, Mr.

Louis Aston Knight paintings

Louis Aston Knight paintings
Leon Bazile Perrault paintings
During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes roving from one to the other, all the animation fading out of her face. Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full meaning of what had been said. Dropping her precious carpet-bag she sprang forward a step and clasped her hands.
"You don't want me!" she cried. "You don't want me because I'm not a boy! I might have expected it. Nobody ever did want me. I might have known it was all too beautiful to last. I might have known nobody really did want me. Oh, what shall I do? I'm going to burst into tears!"
Burst into tears she did. Sitting down on a chair by the table, flinging her arms out upon it, and burying her face in them, she proceeded to cry stormily. Marilla and Matthew looked at each other deprecatingly across the stove. Neither of them knew what to say or do. Finally Marilla stepped lamely into the breach.

Hessam Abrishami paintings

Hessam Abrishami paintings
Howard Behrens paintings
When we got into the train at Charlottetown and the red roads began to flash past I asked Mrs. Spencer what made them red and she said she didn't know and for pity's sake not to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions? And what does make the roads red?"
"Well now, I dunno," said Matthew.
"Well, that is one of the things to find out sometime. Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-- it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there? But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult."

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting

Thomas Kinkade Petals of Hope painting
Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting
here at any time to-day. She may ask for Mr. Jarvis Lorry, or she may only ask for a gentleman from Tellson's Bank. Please to let me know.
`Yes, sir. Tellson's Bank in London, sir?'A LARGE cask of wine had been dropped and broken, street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop, shattered like a walnut-shell.
All the people within reach had suspended their business or their idleness, to run to the spot and drink the wine. The rough, irregular stones of the street, pointing every way, and designed, one might have thought, expressly to lame all living creatures that approached them, had dammed it into little pools; these were surrounded, each by its own jostling group or crowd, according to its size. Some men kneeled down, made scoops of their two hands joined, and sipped, or tried to help women, who bent over their shoulders to sip, before the wine had all run out between

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting
Thomas Kinkade Graceland painting
She took the kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the others. Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children.
At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran with her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that the branches shook. She looked at him on every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his gorged belly. Ah, heavens, she thought, is it possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still alive?
Then the kid had to run home and fetch scissors, and a needle and thread and the goat cut open the monster's stomach, and hardly had she make one cut, than one little kid thrust its head out, and when she cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and were all still alive, and had

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting
Thomas Kinkade Mountain Memories painting
Endlich, als sie das jüngste rief, antwortete eine feine Stimme: "Liebe Mutter, ich stecke im Uhrkasten!" Da holte die Mutter das junge Geißlein aus seinem Versteck heraus, und es erzählte ihr, daß der Wolf gekommen wäre und die anderen alle gefressen hätte. Ihr könnt euch denken, wie da die alte Geiß über ihre armen Kinder geweint hat!
Endlich ging sie in ihrem Jammer hinaus, und das jüngste Geißlein lief mit. Als sie auf die Wiese kamen, lag der Wolf immer noch unter dem Baum und schnarchte, daß die Äste zitterten. Die alte Geiß betrachtete ihn von allen Seiten und sah, daß in seinem vollen Bauch sich etwas regte und zappelte. Ach, Gott, dachte sie, sollten meine armen Kinder, die er zum Nachtmahl hinuntergewürgt hat, noch am Leben sein?
Da mußte das Geißlein nach Hause laufen und Schere, Nadel und Zwirn holen. Dann schnitt die alte Geiß

Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting

Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
bis der große, große Trog ganz voll war. Da stieg der Geruch von den Würsten dem Wolf in die Nase, er schnupperte und guckte hinab, endlich machte er den Hals so lang, daß er sich nicht mehr halten konnte und anfing zu rutschen: so ruschte er vom Dach herab, gerade in den großen Trog hinein, und ertrank. Rotkäppchen aber ging fröhlich nach Haus, und tat ihm niemand etwas zuleid. Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother said to her, "Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle

William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche painting

William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche painting
Frida Kahlo Roots painting
hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.
"Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood," said he.
"Thank you kindly, wolf."
"Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?"
"To my grandmother's."
"What have you got in your apron?"
"Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger."
"Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?"

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting
Pino Restfull painting
einen Turm, der in einem Walde lag und weder Treppe noch Türe hatte; nur ganz oben war ein kleines Fensterchen. Wenn die Zauberin hinein wollte, so stellte sie sich unten hin und rief:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,Laß mir dein Haar herunter!"
Rapunzel hatte lange, prächtige Haare, fein wie gesponnen Gold. Wenn sie nun die Stimme der Zauberin vernahm, so band sie ihre Zöpfe los, wickelte sie oben um einen Fensterhaken, und dann fielen die Haare zwanzig Ellen tief herunter, und die Zauberin stieg daran hinauf.
Nach ein paar Jahren trug es sich zu, daß der Sohn des Königs durch den Wald ritt und an dem Turm vorüberkam. Da hörte er einen Gesang, der war so lieblich, daß er stillhielt und horchte. Das war Rapunzel, die in ihrer Einsamkeit sich die Zeit damit vertrieb, ihre süße Stimme erschallen zu lassen. Der Königssohn wollte zu ihr hinaufsteigen und suchte nach einer Türe des Turms: aber es war keine zu finden. Er ritt heim. Doch der Gesang hatte ihm so sehr das Herz gerührt, daß er jeden Tag hinaus in den Wald ging und zuhörte. Als er einmal so hinter einem Baum stand, sah er, daß eine Zauberin herankam, und hörte, wie sie hinaufrief:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings

Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
Caravaggio paintings
His father said, "Hansel, what are you looking at there and staying behind for. Pay attention, and do not forget how to use your legs."
"Ah, father," said Hansel, "I am looking at my little white cat, which is sitting up on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me."
The wife said, "Fool, that is not your little cat, that is the morning sun which is shining on the chimneys." Hansel, however, had not been looking back at the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebble-stones out of his pocket on the road.
When they had reached the middle of the forest, the father said, "Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a fire that you may not be cold." Hansel and Gretel gathered brushwood together, as high as a little hill.

Steve Hanks paintings

Steve Hanks paintings
Salvador Dali paintings
ihm bezahlen wollet, wenn er ihr einen kleinen Dienst erwiese. In der Stadt war ein großes finsteres Tor, wo sie abends und morgens mit den Gänsen durch mußte, "unter das finstere Tor möchte er dem Falada seinen Kopf hinnageln, daß sie ihn doch noch mehr als einmal sehen könnte." Also versprach das der Schindersknecht zu tun, hieb den Kopf ab und nagelte ihn unter das finstere Tor fest.
Des Morgens früh, da sie und Kürdchen unterm Tor hinaustrieben, sprach sie im Vorbeigehen
"O du Falada, da du hangest,"
da antwortete der Kopf
"O du Jungfer Königin, da du gangest,Wenn das deine Mutter wüßteihr Herz tät ihr zerspringen."
Da zog sie still weiter zur Stadt hinaus, und sie trieben die

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings
Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
the one that was called Falada, the waiting-maid said, "Falada is more suitable for me, and my nag will do for you," and the princess had to be content with that. Then the waiting-maid, with many hard words, bade the princess exchange her royal apparel for her own shabby clothes, and at length she was compelled to swear by the clear sky above her, that she would not say one word of this to anyone at the royal court, and if she had not taken this oath she would have been killed on the spot. But Falada saw all this, and observed it well.
The waiting-maid now mounted Falada, and the true bride the bad horse, and thus they traveled onwards, until at length they entered the royal palace. There were great rejoicings over her arrival, and the prince sprang forward to meet her, lifted the waiting-maid from her horse, and thought she was his consort. She was conducted upstairs

Pierre-Auguste Cot The Storm painting

Pierre-Auguste Cot The Storm painting
Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
und ab spazieren und die Gegend betrachten, und falle doch nicht herunter." Sie taten ihm den Willen, und als Daumesdick Abschied von seinem Vater genommen hatte, machten sie sich mit ihm fort. So gingen sie, bis es d鋗mrig ward, da sprach der Kleine "hebt mich einmal herunter, es ist n鰐ig."
"Bleib nur droben" sprach der Mann, auf dessen Kopf er sa? "ich will mir nichts draus machen, die V鰃el lassen mir auch manchmal was drauf fallen."
"Nein," sprach Daumesdick, "ich wei?auch, was sich schickt, hebt mich nur geschwind herab."
Der Mann nahm den Hut ab und setzte den Kleinen auf einen Acker am Weg, da sprang und kroch er ein wenig zwischen den Schollen hin und her, dann schl黳fte er pl鰐zlich in ein Mausloch, das er sich ausgesucht hatte. "Guten Abend, ihr Herren, geht nur ohne mich heim," rief er ihnen zu, und lachte sie aus. Sie liefen herbei und

Thomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning painting

Thomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning painting
Thomas Kinkade A Holiday Gathering painting
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."
Die Magd melkte gerade die Kuh, und als sie sprechen hörte, ohne jemand zu sehen, und es dieselbe Stimme war, die sie auch in der Nacht gehört hatte, erschrak sie so, daß sie von ihrem Stühlchen herabglitschte und die Milch verschüttete.
Sie lief in der größten Hast zu ihrem Herrn und rief "Ach Gott, Herr Pfarrer, die Kuh hat geredet."

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting

Thomas Kinkade Great North painting
Thomas Kinkade Graceland painting
Davon erwachte endlich sein Vater und seine Mutter, liefen an die Kammer und schauten durch die Spalte hinein. Wie sie sahen, daß ein Wolf darin hauste, liefen sie davon, und der Mann holte eine Axt, und die Frau die Sense.
"Bleib dahinten," sprach der Mann, als sie in die Kammer traten, "wenn ich ihm einen Schlag gegeben habe, und er davon noch nicht tot ist, so mußt du auf ihn einhauen, und ihm den Leib zerschneiden."
Da hörte Daumesdick die Stimme seines Vaters und rief "lieber Vater, ich bin hier, ich stecke im Leibe des Wolfs."
Sprach der Vater voll Freuden "Gottlob, unser liebes Kind hat sich wiedergefunden," und hieß die Frau die Sense wegtun, damit Daumesdick nicht beschädigt würde. Danach holte er aus, und schlug dem Wolf einen Schlag auf den Kopf, daß er tot niederstürzte, dann suchten sie Messer und Schere, schnitten ihm den Leib auf und zogen den Kleinen wieder hervor.

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting
Thomas Kinkade The Light of Freedom painting
Nun sprang das Rehchen hinaus und es war ihm so wohl und es war so lustig in freier Luft. Der Kg und seine Jer sahen das sche Tier und setzten ihm nach, aber sie konnten es nicht einholen, und wenn sie meinten, sie hten es gewi? da sprang es er das Gebch weg und war verschwunden. Als es dunkel ward, lief es zu dem Hschen, klopfte und sprach: "Mein Schwesterlein, la?mich herein." Da ward ihm die kleine T aufgetan, es sprang hinein und ruhete sich die ganze Nacht auf seinem weichen Lager aus.
Am andern Morgen ging die Jagd von neuem an, und als das Rehlein wieder das Hifthorn hte und das "Ho ho!" der Jer, da hatte es keine Ruhe und sprach: "Schwesterchen, mach mir auf, ich mu?hinaus." Das Schwesterchen fnete ihm die T und sprach: "Aber zu Abend mu du wieder da sein und dein Spr點hlein sagen." Als der K und seine Jer das Rehlein mit dem goldenen Halsband wiedersahen, jagten sie ihm alle nach, aber es war ihnen zu schnell und behend. Das wrte den ganzen Tag, endlich aber hatten es die J鋑er abends umzingelt, und einer verwundete es ein wenig am Fu? so da?es hinken mue und langsam fortlief.

famous painting

famous painting
kein Blut im Schuck Der Schuck ist nicht zu klein, die rechte Braut, die führt er heim." Und als sie das gerufen hatten, kamen sie beide herabgeflogen und setzten sich dem Aschenputtel auf die Schultern, eine rechts, die andere links, und blieben da sitzen.
Als die Hochzeit mit dem Königssohn sollte gehalten werden, kamen die falschen Schwestern, wollten sich einschmeicheln und teil an seinem Glück nehmen. Als die Brautleute nun zur Kirche gingen, war die älteste zur rechten, die jüngste zur linken Seite: da pickten die Tauben einer jeden das eine Auge aus. Hernach, als sie herausgingen, war die älteste zur linken und die jüngste zur rechten: da pickten die Tauben einer jeden das andere Auge aus. Und waren sie also für ihre Bosheit und Falschheit mit Blindheit auf ihr Lebtag bestraft.
he wife of a rich man fell sick, and as she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, "Dear child, be good and pious, and then the good God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you."
Thereupon she closed her eyes and departed. Every day the maiden went out to her mother's grave, and wept,

John Everett Millais paintings

John Everett Millais paintings
James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings Heaven, I am a better Christian man than thou and thy fellowship; for the bruit goeth shrewdly out, that the most holy Order of the Temple of Zion nurseth not a few heretics within its bosom, and that Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert is of the number.”
“Care not thou for such reports,” said the Templar; “but let us think of making good the castle.—How fought these villain yeomen on thy side?”
“Like fiends incarnate,” said De Bracy. “They swarmed close up to the walls, headed, as I think, by the knave who won the prize at the archery, for I knew his horn and baldric. And this is old Fitzurse’s boasted policy, encouraging these malapert knaves to rebel against us! Had I not been armed in proof, the villain had marked me down seven times with as little remorse as if I had been a buck in season. He told every rivet on my armour with a cloth-yard shaft, that rapped against my ribs with as little compunction as if my bones had been of iron.—But that I wore a shirt of Spanish mail under my plate-coat, I had been fairly sped.”

George Frederick Watts paintings

George Frederick Watts paintings
Guercino paintings
Yet, I pray thee, do mine errand to the lord of the castle,” answered the pretended friar; “trust me it will find good acceptance with him, and the cock shall crow, that the whole castle shall hear him.”
“Gramercy,” said the warder; “but if I come to shame for leaving my post upon thine errand, I will try whether a friar’s gray gown be proof against a gray-goose shaft.”
With this threat he left his turret, and carried to the hall of the castle his unwonted intelligence, that a holy friar stood before the gate and demanded instant admission. With no small wonder he received his master’s commands to admit the holy man immediately; and, having previously manned the entrance to guard against surprise, he obeyed, without further scruple, the commands which he had received. The harebrained self-conceit which had emboldened Wamba to undertake this dangerous office was scarce sufficient to support him when he found himself in the presence of a man so dreadful, and so much dreaded, as Reginald Front-de-Bœuf, and he brought out his paxvobiscum, to

Frederic Remington paintings

Frederic Remington paintings
Francisco de Goya paintings
Pshaw,” replied the Templar, “what hast thou to fear? Thou knowest the vows of our Order?”
“Right well,” said De Bracy, “and also how they are kept. Come, Sir Templar, the laws of gallantry have a liberal interpretation in Palestine, and this is a case in which I will trust nothing to your conscience.”
“Hear the truth, then,” said the Templar; “I care not for your blue-eyed beauty. There is in that train one who will make me a better mate.”
“What! wouldst thou stoop to the waiting damsel?” said De Bracy.
“No, Sir Knight,” said the Templar haughtily. “To the waiting-woman will I not stoop. I have a prize among the captives as lovely as thine own.”
“By the mass, thou meanest the fair Jewess!” said De Bracy.
“And if I do,” said Bois-Guilbert, “who shall gainsay me?”

Caravaggio paintings

Caravaggio paintings
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found himself totally unable to determine on a choice, the knight resolved to trust to the sagacity of his horse; experience having, on former occasions, made him acquainted with the wonderful talent possessed by these animals for extricating themselves and their riders on such emergencies.
The good steed, grievously fatigued with so long a day’s journey under a rider cased in mail, had no sooner found, by the slackened reins, that he was abandoned to his own guidance, than he seemed to assume new strength and spirit; and whereas formerly he had scarce replied to the spur, otherwise than by a groan, he now, as if proud of the confidence reposed in him, pricked up his ears, and assumed, of his own accord, a more lively motion. The path which the animal adopted rather turned off from the course pursued by the knight during the day; but, as the horse seemed confident in his choice, the rider abandoned himself to his discretion.
He was justified by the event; for the footpath soon after appeared a little wider and more worn, and the tinkle of a small bell gave the knight to understand that he was in the vicinity of some chapel or hermitage.

Eric Wallis Roman Girl painting

Eric Wallis Roman Girl painting
Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting
Lucy was really tired, and we intended to creep off to bed as soon as we could. The young curate came in, however, and Mrs. Westenra asked him to stay for supper. Lucy and I had both a fight for it with the dusty miller. I know it was a hard fight on my part, and I am quite heroic. I think that some day the bishops must get together and see about breeding up a new class of curates, who don’t take supper, no matter how hard they may be pressed to, and who will know when girls are tired.
Lucy is asleep and breathing softly. She has more color in her cheeks than usual, and looks, oh so sweet. If Mr. Holmwood fell in love with her seeing her only in the drawing room, I wonder what he would say if he saw her now. Some of the ‘New Women’ writers will some day start an idea that men and women should be allowed to see each other asleep before proposing or accepting. But I suppose the ‘New Woman’ won’t condescend in future to accept. She will do the proposing herself. And a nice job she will make of it too! There’s some consolation

Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting

Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting
Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting
akin to that which I had noticed in the driver, whose face I had not seen, that for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking. So to make sure, I said interrogatively, “Count Dracula?”
He bowed in a courtly was as he replied, “I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in, the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest.*#147;As he was speaking, he put the lamp on a bracket on the wall, and stepping out, took my luggage. He had carried it in before I could forestall him. I protested, but he insisted.
“Nay, sir, you are my guest. It is late, and my people are not available. Let me see to your comfort myself. “He insisted on carrying my traps along the passage, and then up a great winding stair, and along another

Theodore Robinson paintings

Theodore Robinson paintings
Titian paintings
“We will serve as his guards, sir, on our word as gentlemen; but, on our word as gentlemen, likewise,” added Athos, “M. d’Artagnan shall not leave us.”
The Chevalier de Rochefort cast a glance backward, and saw that Porthos and Aramis had taken their places between him and the door. He perceived that he was completely at the mercy of these four men.
“Gentlemen,” said he, “if M. d’Artagnan will surrender his sword to me and join his word to yours, I shall be satisfied with your promise to convey M. d’Artagnan to the cardinal’s quarters.”
“You have my word, sir, and here is my sword.”
“This suits me all the better,” said Rochefort, “as I must continue my journey.”

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Mark Rothko paintings
Montague Dawson paintings
All four were to meet the next day at eleven o’clock. If they had discovered milady’s retreat, three were to remain on guard; the fourth was to return to Béthune, to inform Athos and serve as a guide to the four friends.
When these arrangements were made the lackeys retired.
Athos then arose from his chair, girded on his sword, enveloped himself in his cloak, and left the hotel. It was nearly ten o’clock. At ten o’clock in the evening, we know, the streets in provincial towns are very little frequented.
Athos reached the suburb, situated at the end of the city, opposite where he and his friends had entered it. Here he appeared uneasy and embarrassed, and stopped.
Fortunately, a beggar passed and came up to Athos to ask charity. Athos offered him a crown to accompany him where he was going.

Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger paintings

Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger paintings
Guillaume Seignac paintings
Before she went to bed she had commented on, analyzed, turned on all sides, examined on all points, the words the gestures, the signs, and even the silence of the two men; and the result of her commentary, her analysis, her study, was that FeltonBefore she went to bed she had commented on, analyzed, turned on all sides, examined on all points, the words the gestures, the signs, and even the silence of the two men; and the result of her commentary, her analysis, her study, was that Felton, everything considered, was decided to be the more vulnerable of her two persecutors.
“Weak or strong,” repeated milady, “that man has a spark of pity in his soul. Of that spark I will make a flame that shall devour him. As to the other, he knows me, he fears me, and knows what he has to, everything considered, was decided to be the more vulnerable of her two persecutors.
“Weak or strong,” repeated milady, “that man has a spark of pity in his soul. Of that spark I will make a flame that shall devour him. As to the other, he knows me, he fears me, and knows what he has to

John Singer Sargent paintings

John Singer Sargent paintings
Jean-Leon Gerome paintings
D’Artagnan glanced around him. The little apartment was charmingly tasteful and neat. But in spite of himself his eyes were directed to the door which Kitty said led to milady’s chamber.
Kitty guessed what was passing in the young man’s mind, and sighed.
“You love my mistress, then, very dearly, Chevalier?” said she.
“Oh, more than I can say, Kitty! I am madly in love with her!” Kitty sighed again.“Alas, sir,” said she, “that is a great pity.”
“What the devil do you see so pitiable in it?” said D’Artagnan.
“Because, sir,” replied Kitty, “my mistress does not love you at all.”
“Hah!” said D’Artagnan; “can she have charged you to tell me so?”
“Oh, no, sir. Out of the regard I have for you I have taken on myself to tell you so.”
“I am much obliged, my dear Kitty, but for the intention only— for the information, you must agree, is not very pleasant.”

George Owen Wynne Apperley paintings

George Owen Wynne Apperley paintings
Gustave Courbet paintings
nine o’clock D’Artagnan was at the Hôtel des Gardes. D’Artagnan had his sword, and placed two pistols in his belt; then mounted and departed quietly. It was quite dark, and no one saw him go out.
D’Artagnan crossed the quays, went out by the gate of La Conférence, and went along the road, much more beautiful then than it is now, leading to St. Cloud.
D’Artagnan reached St. Cloud; but instead of following the highway, he turned behind the château, reached a sort of retired lane, and found himself soon in front of the pavilion named. It was situated in a very private spot. A high wall, at the angle of which was the pavilion, ran along one side of this lane, and on the other a hedge protected from passers by a little garden, at the rear of which stood a small cottage.
He was now on the place appointed, and as no signal had been given him by which to announce his presence, he waited.
His eyes were fixed upon the little pavilion situated at the angle of the wall, all the windows of which were closed with shutters, except one on the first story.

Louis Aston Knight Sunny Afternoon on the Canal painting

Louis Aston Knight Sunny Afternoon on the Canal painting
Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah painting
"That's what I want to ascertain. You know, I suppose, that unless the matter is cleared up, Mrs. Barclay, who is an old friend of yours, will in all probability be tried for murder."
The man gave a violent start.
"I don't know who you are," he cried, "nor how you come to know what you do know, but will you swear that this is true that you tell me?"
"Why, they are only waiting for her to come to her senses to arrest her."
"My God! Are you in the police yourself?" "No."
"What business is it of yours, then?"
"It's every man's business to see justice done."
"You can take my word that she is innocent."
"Then you are guilty."
"No, I am not."
Who killed Colonel James Barclay, then?"

childe hassam The Sonata painting

childe hassam The Sonata painting
Pablo Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
importance was discovered in the room by the police, save the inexplicable fact that neither upon Mrs. Barclay's person nor upon that of the victim nor in any part of the room was the missing key to be found. The door had eventually to be opened by a locksmith from Aldershot.
"That was the state of things, Watson, when upon the Tuesday morning I, at the request of Major Murphy, went down to Aldershot to supplement the efforts of the police. I think that you will acknowledge that the problem was already one of interest, but my observations soon made me realize that it was in truth much more extraordinary than would at first sight appear.
"Before examining the room I cross-questioned the servants, but only succeeded in eliciting the facts which I have already stated. One other detail of interest was remembered by Jane

Alexandre Cabanel paintings

Alexandre Cabanel paintings
Anders Zorn paintings
It looks as though all the moles in England had been let loose in it. I have seen something of the sort on the side of a hill near Ballarat, where the prospectors had been at work."
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"And from the same cause," said Holmes. "These are the traces of the treasure-seekers. You must remember that they were six years looking for it. No wonder that the grounds look like a gravel-pit. "
At that moment the door of the house burst open, and Thaddeus Sholto came running out, with his hands thrown forward and terror in his eyes.
"There is something amiss with Bartholomew!" he cried. "I am frightened! My nerves cannot stand it."
He was, indeed, half blubbering with fear, and his twitching, feeble face peeping out from the great astrakhan collar had the helpless, appealing expression of a terrified child.
"Come into the house," said Holmes in his crisp, firm way.

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Peter Paul Rubens paintings
Rudolf Ernst paintings
" 'I have only one thing,' he said, 'which weighs upon my mind at this supreme moment. It is my treatment of poor Morstan's orphan. The cursed greed which has been my besetting sin through life has withheld from her the treasure, half at least of which should have been hers. And yet I have made no use of it myself, so blind and foolish a thing is avarice. The mere feeling of possession has been so dear to me that I could not bear to share it with another. See that chaplet tipped with pearls beside the quinine-bottle. Even that I could not bear to part with, although
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" 'I will tell you how Morstan died,' he continued. 'He had suffered for years from a weak heart, but he concealed it from every one. I alone knew it. When in India, he and I, through a remarkable chain of circumstances, came into possession of a considerable treasure. I brought it over to England, and on the night of Morstan's arrival he came straight over here

George Inness paintings

George Inness paintings
George Frederick Watts paintings
"I shall be proud and happy," said I fervently, "if I can be of any service."
"You are both very kind," she answered. "I have led a retired life and have no friends whom I could appeal to. If I am here at six it will do, I suppose?"
"You must not be later," said Holmes. "There. is one other point, however. Is this handwriting the same as that upon the pearl-box addresses?"
"I have them here," she answered, producing half a dozen pieces of paper.
"You are certainly a model client. You have the correct intuition. Let us see, now." He spread out the papers upon the table and gave little darting glances from one to the other. "They are disguised hands, except the letter," he said presently; "but there can be no question as to the authorship. See how the irrepressible Greek e will break out, and see the twirl of the final s. They are undoubtedly by the same person. I should not like to suggest false hopes, Miss Morstan, but is there any resemblance between this hand and that of your father?"
"Nothing could be more unlike."
"I expected to hear you say so. We shall

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting
childe hassam Geraniums painting
Exeunt all but PETRUCHIO]
I will attend her here,And woo her with some spirit when she comes.Say that she rail; why then I'll tell her plainShe sings as sweetly as a nightingale:Say that she frown, I'll say she looks as clearAs morning roses newly wash'd with dew:Say she be mute and will not speak a word;Then I'll commend her volubility,And say she uttereth piercing eloquence:If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,As though she bid me stay by her a week:If she deny to wed, I'll crave the dayWhen I shall ask the banns and when be married.But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.
[Enter KATHARINA]
Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
KATHARINA
Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:They call me Katharina that do talk of me.
PETRUCHIO
You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;But Kate, the prettiest Kate in ChristendomKate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,

Claude Monet Water Lily Pond painting

Claude Monet Water Lily Pond painting
Claude Monet Boulevard des Capucines painting
O, very well; I have perused the note.Hark you, sir: I'll have them very fairly bound:All books of love, see that at any hand;And see you read no other lectures to her:You understand me: over and besideSignior Baptista's liberality,I'll mend it with a largess. Take your paper too,And let me have them very well perfumedFor she is sweeter than perfume itselfTo whom they go to. What will you read to her?
LUCENTIO
Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for youAs for my patron, stand you so assured,As firmly as yourself were still in place:Yea, and perhaps with more successful wordsThan you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
GREMIO
O this learning, what a thing it is!
GRUMIO
O this woodcock, what an ass it is!

William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting

William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting
Claude Monet Water Lily Pond painting
"I am off, Lucy," he said, taking her two hands in his, and gazing tenderly down into her face: "I won't ask you to come with me now, but will you be ready to come when I am here again?"
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"And when will that be?" she asked, blushing and laughing.
"A couple of months at the outside. I will come and claim you then, my darling. There's no one who can stand between us."
"And how about father?" she asked.
"He has given his consent, provided we get these mines working all right. I have no fear on that head."
"Oh, well; of course, if you and father have arranged it all, there's no more to be said," she whispered, with her cheek against his broad breast.
"Thank God!" he said, hoarsely, stooping and kissing her. "It is settled, then. The longer I stay, the harder it will be to go. They are waiting for me at the canon. Good-bye, my own darling -- good-bye. In two months you shall see me."

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Ted Seth Jacobs paintings
Vincent van Gogh paintings
Netherfield, if he likes it. And who knows what may happen? But that is nothing to us. You know, sister, we agreed long ago never to mention a word about it. And so, is it quite certain he is coming?''
``You may depend on it,'' replied the other, ``for Mrs. Nicholls was in Meryton last night; I saw her passing by, and went out myself on purpose to know the truth of it; and she told me that it was certain true. He comes down on Thursday at the latest, very likely on Wednesday. She was going to the butcher's, she told me, on purpose to order in some meat on Wednesday, and she has got three couple of ducks just fit to be killed.''
Miss Bennet had not been able to hear of his coming without changing colour. It was many months since she had mentioned his name to Elizabeth; but now, as soon as they were alone together, she said, AS soon as they were gone, Elizabeth walked out to recover her spirits; or in other words, to dwell without interruption on those subjects that must deaden them more. Mr. Darcy's behaviour astonished and vexed her.
``Why, if he came only to be silent, grave, and indifferent,'' said she, ``did he come at all?''
She could settle it in no way that gave her pleasure.

Guercino paintings

Guercino paintings
Howard Behrens paintings
every moment that some of the gentlemen would enter the room. She wished, she feared, that the master of the house might be amongst them; and whether she wished or feared it most, she could scarcely determine. After sitting in this manner a quarter of an hour without hearing Miss Bingley's voice, Elizabeth was roused by receiving from her a cold enquiry after the health of her family. She answered with equal indifference and brevity, and the other said no more.
The next variation which their visit afforded was produced by the entrance of servants with cold meat, cake, and a variety of all the finest fruits in season; but this did not take place till after many a significant look and smile from Mrs. Annesley to Miss Darcy had been given, to remind her of her post. There was now employment for the whole party; for though they could not all talk, they could all eat; and the beautiful pyramids of grapes, nectarines, and peaches soon collected them round the table.

Frederic Edwin Church paintings

Frederic Edwin Church paintings
Frederic Remington paintings
Her aunt now called her to look at a picture. She approached, and saw the likeness of Mr. Wickham suspended, amongst several other miniatures, over the mantlepiece. Her aunt asked her, smilingly, how she liked it. The housekeeper came forward, and told them it was the picture of a young gentleman, the son of her late master's steward, who had been brought up by him at his own expence. -- ``He is now gone into the army,'' she added, ``but I am afraid he has turned out very wild.''
Mrs. Gardiner looked at her niece with a smile, but Elizabeth could not return it.
``And that,'' said Mrs. Reynolds, pointing to another of the miniatures, ``is my master -- and very like him. It was drawn at the same time as the other -- about eight years ago.''ELIZABETH had settled it that Mr. Darcy would bring his sister to visit her the very day after her reaching Pemberley; and was consequently resolved not to be out of sight of the inn the whole of that morning. But her conclusion was false; for on the very morning after their own arrival at Lambton, these visitors came. They had been walking about the place with some of their new friends, and were just returned to the inn to dress

Edward hopper paintings

Edward hopper paintings
Mary Cassatt paintings
some instance of goodness, some distinguished trait of integrity or benevolence, that might rescue him from the attacks of Mr. Darcy; or at least, by the predominance of virtue, atone for those casual errors, under which she would endeavour to class what Mr. Darcy had described as the idleness and vice of many years continuance. But no such recollection befriended her. She could see him instantly before her, in every charm of air and address; but she could remember no more substantial good than the general approbation of the neighbourhood, and the regard which his social powers had gained him in the mess. After pausing on this point a considerable while, she once more continued to read. But, alas! the story which followed, ofTHE two gentlemen left Rosings the next morning; and Mr. Collins having been in waiting near the lodges, to make them his parting obeisance, was able to bring home the pleasing intelligence of their appearing in very good health, and in as tolerable spirits as could be expected, after the melancholy scene so lately gone through at Rosings. To Rosings he then hastened to console Lady Catherine and her daughter; and on his return brought back, with great satisfaction, a message from her ladyship, importing that she felt herself so dull as to make her very desirous of having them all to dine with her.

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Maxfield Parrish paintings
Martin Johnson Heade paintings
MORE than once did Elizabeth in her ramble within the Park, unexpectedly meet Mr. Darcy. -- She felt all the perverseness of the mischance that should bring him where no one else was brought; and to prevent its ever happening again, took care to inform him at first that it was a favourite haunt of hers. -- How it could occur a second time, therefore, was very odd! -- Yet it did, and even a third. It seemed like wilful ill-nature, or a voluntary penance, for on these occasions it was not merely a few formal enquiries and an awkward pause and then away, but he actually thought it necessary to turn back and walk with her. He never said a great deal, nor did she give herself the trouble of talking or of listening much; but it struck her in the course of their third rencontre that he was asking some odd unconnected questions -- about her pleasure in being at Hunsford, her love of solitary walks, and her opinion of Mr. and Mrs. Collins's happiness; and that in speaking of Rosings, and her not

Vincent van Gogh Irises painting

Vincent van Gogh Irises painting
Salvador Dali The Rose painting
Jane and Elizabeth attempted to explain to her the nature of an entail. They had often attempted it before, but it was a subject on which Mrs. Bennet was beyond the reach of reason; and she continued to rail bitterly against the cruelty of settling an estate away from a family of five daughters, in favour of a man whom nobody cared anything about.
``It certainly is a most iniquitous affair,'' said Mr. Bennet, ``and nothing can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn. But if you will listen to his letter, you may perhaps be a little softened by his manner of expressing himself.''
``No, that I am sure I shall not; and I think it was very impertinent of him to write to you at all, and very hypocritical. I hate such false friends. Why could not he keep on quarrelling with you, as his father did before him?''

Vincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting

Vincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting
Eric Wallis Roman Girl painting
``Much more rational, my dear Caroline, I dare say, but it would not be near so much like a ball.''
Miss Bingley made no answer; and soon afterwards got up and walked about the room. Her figure was elegant, and she walked well; -- but Darcy, at whom it was all aimed, was still inflexibly studious. In the desperation of her feelings she resolved on one effort more; and turning to Elizabeth, said,IN consequence of an agreement between the sisters, Elizabeth wrote the next morning to her mother, to beg that the carriage might be sent for them in the course of the day. But Mrs. Bennet, who had calculated on her daughters remaining at Netherfield till the following Tuesday, which would exactly finish Jane's week, could not bring herself to receive hem with pleasure before. Her answer, therefore, was not propitious, at least not to Elizabeth's wishes, for she was impatient to get home. Mrs. Bennet sent them word that they could not possibly have the carriage before

Famous painting

Famous painting
NOT all that Mrs. Bennet, however, with the assistance of her five daughters, could ask on the subject was sufficient to draw from her husband any satisfactory description of Mr. Bingley. They attacked him in various ways; with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises; but he eluded the skill of them all; and they were at last obliged to accept the second-hand intelligence of their neighbour Lady Lucas. Her report was highly favourable. Sir William had been delighted with him. He was quite young, wonderfully handsome, extremely agreeable, and, to crown the whole, he meant to be at the next assembly with a large party. Nothing could be more delightful! To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love; and very lively hopes of Mr. Bingley's heart were entertained.
``If I can but see one of my daughters happily settled at Netherfield,'' said Mrs. Bennet to her husband, ``and all the others equally well married, I shall have nothing to wish for.''

Theodore Robinson From the Hill Giverny painting

Theodore Robinson From the Hill Giverny painting
Louis Aston Knight Sunny Afternoon on the Canal painting
Now the hungry lion roars,And the wolf behowls the moon;Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,All with weary task fordone.Now the wasted brands do glow,Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,Puts the wretch that lies in woeIn remembrance of a shroud.Now it is the time of nightThat the graves all gaping wide,Every one lets forth his sprite,In the church-way paths to glide:And we fairies, that do runBy the triple Hecate's team,From the presence of the sun,Following darkness like a dream,Now are frolic: not a mouseShall disturb this hallow'd house:I am sent with broom before,To sweep the dust behind the door.
[Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train]
OBERON
Through the house give gathering light,By the dead and drowsy fire:Every elf and fairy spriteHop as light as bird from brier;And this ditty, after me,Sing, and dance it trippingly.

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting
3d art Lessons Learned by EyEars painting
Come, thou gentle day!For if but once thou show me thy grey light,I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.
[Sleeps]
[Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS]
PUCK
Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not?
DEMETRIUS
Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wotThou runn'st before me, shifting every place,And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.Where art thou now?
PUCK
Come hither: I am here.
DEMETRIUS
Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear,If ever I thy face by daylight see:Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth meTo measure out my length on this cold bed.By day's approach look to be visited.
[Lies down and sleeps]
[Re-enter HELENA]
HELENA
O weary night, O long and tedious night,Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east,That I may back to Athens by daylight,From these that my poor company detest:And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Bouguereau The Wave painting

Bouguereau The Wave painting
Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
affairs went wrong. However, she would have it so, and it was done. Well, about six weeks ago she came to me.
""Jack," said she, `when you took my money you said that if ever I wanted any I was to ask you for it."
""Certainly" said I. `It's all your own."
" "Well,' said she, `I want a hundred pounds."
"I was a bit staggered at this, for I had imagined it was simply a new dress or something of the kind that she was after.
""What on earth for?" I asked.
" "Oh," said she in her playful way, `you said that you were only my banker, and bankers never ask questions, you know."
""If you really mean it, of course you shall have the money," said I.
""Oh, yes, I really mean it."
" "And you won't tell me what you want it for?"

Knight Sunny Afternoon on the Canal painting

Knight Sunny Afternoon on the Canal painting
Heade A Magnolia on Red Velvet painting
The moon shines bright: in such a night as this,When the sweet wind did gently kiss the treesAnd they did make no noise, in such a nightTroilus methinks mounted the Troyan wallsAnd sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,Where Cressid lay that night.
JESSICA
In such a nightDid Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dewAnd saw the lion's shadow ere himselfAnd ran dismay'd away.
LORENZO
In such a nightStood Dido with a willow in her handUpon the wild sea banks and waft her loveTo come again to Carthage.
JESSICA
In such a nightMedea gather'd the enchanted herbsThat did renew old AEson.
LORENZO
In such a nightDid Jessica steal from the wealthy JewAnd with an unthrift love did run from VeniceAs far as Belmont.
JESSICA
In such a nightDid young Lorenzo swear he loved her w

hassam Poppies Isles of Shoals painting

hassam Poppies Isles of Shoals painting
Dancer dance series painting
Bierstadt Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains California painting
Bierstadt Autumn Woods painting
Past all expressing. It is very meetThe Lord Bassanio live an upright life;For, having such a blessing in his lady,He finds the joys of heaven here on earth;And if on earth he do not mean it, thenIn reason he should never come to heavenWhy, if two gods should play some heavenly matchAnd on the wager lay two earthly women,And Portia one, there must be something elsePawn'd with the other, for the poor rude worldHath not her fellow.
LORENZO
Even such a husbandHast thou of me as she is for a wife.
JESSICA
Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
LORENZO
I will anon: first, let us go to dinner.
JESSICA
Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach.
LORENZO
No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;Then, howso'er thou speak'st, 'mong other thingsI shall digest it.
JESSICA
Well, I'll set you forth.

Diego Rivera paintings

Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings
David Hardy paintings
Dirck Bouts paintings
So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,Obscures the show of evil? In religion,What damned error, but some sober browWill bless it and approve it with a text,Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?There is no vice so simple but assumesSome mark of virtue on his outward parts:How many cowards, whose hearts are all as falseAs stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chinsThe beards of Hercules and frowning Mars;Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk;And these assume but valour's excrementTo render them redoubted! Look on beauty,And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight;Which therein works a miracle in nature,Making them lightest that wear most of it:So are those crisped snaky golden locksWhich make such wanton gambols with the wind,Upon supposed fairness, often knownTo be the dowry of a second head,The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.Thus ornament is but the guiled shoreTo a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarfVeiling an Indian beauty; in a word,The seeming truth which cunning times put on

Wassily Kandinsky paintings

Wassily Kandinsky paintings
William Etty paintings
William Merritt Chase paintings
William Blake paintings
With one fool's head I came to woo,But I go away with two.Sweet, adieu. I'll keep my oath,Patiently to bear my wroth.
[Exeunt Arragon and train]
PORTIA
Thus hath the candle singed the moth.O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose,They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.
NERISSA
The ancient saying is no heresy,Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
PORTIA
Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
[Enter a Servant]
Servant
Where is my lady?
PORTIA
Here: what would my lord?
Servant
Madam, there is alighted at your gateA young Venetian, one that comes beforeTo signify the approaching of his lord;From whom he bringeth sensible regreets,To wit, besides commends and courteous breath,Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seenSo likely an ambassador of love:A day in April never came so sweet,To show how costly summer was at hand,As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.

Nancy O'Toole paintings

Nancy O'Toole paintings
Philip Craig paintings
Paul McCormack paintings
Peder Mork Monsted paintings
Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail:With him is Gratiano gone along;And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.
SALANIO
The villain Jew with outcries raised the duke,Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
SALARINO
He came too late, the ship was under sail:But there the duke was given to understandThat in a gondola were seen togetherLorenzo and his amorous Jessica:Besides, Antonio certified the dukeThey were not with Bassanio in his ship.
SALANIO
I never heard a passion so confused,So strange, outrageous, and so variable,As the dog Jew did utter in the streets:'My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter!A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,Of double ducats, stolen from me by my daughter!And jewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones,Stolen by my daughter! Justice! find the girl;She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats.'

Volegov Sun Drenched Garden painting

Volegov Sun Drenched Garden painting
Bierstadt Autumn in America Oneida County New York painting
Monet The Red Boats, Argenteuil painting
Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott painting
O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons flyTo seal love's bonds new-made, than they are wontTo keep obliged faith unforfeited!
GRATIANO
That ever holds: who riseth from a feastWith that keen appetite that he sits down?Where is the horse that doth untread againHis tedious measures with the unbated fireThat he did pace them first? All things that are,Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.How like a younker or a prodigalThe scarfed bark puts from her native bay,Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!How like the prodigal doth she return,With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,Lean, rent and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
SALARINO
Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter.
[Enter LORENZO]
LORENZO
Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode;Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait:When you shall please to play the thieves for wives,I'll watch as long for you then. Approach;Here dwells my father Jew. Ho! who's within?
[Enter JESSICA, above, in boy's clothes]

Joan Miro paintings

Joan Miro paintings
Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings
Jehan Georges Vibert paintings
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
It happened sometimes when Edna went to see Mademoiselle Reisz that the little musician was absent, giving a lesson or making some small necessary household purchase. The key was always left in a secret hiding-place in the entry, which Edna knew. If Mademoiselle happened to be away, Edna would usually enter and wait for her return.
When she knocked at Mademoiselle Reisz's door one afternoon there was no response; so unlocking the door, as usual, she entered and found the apartment deserted, as she had expected. Her day had been quite filled up, and it was for a rest, for a refuge, and to talk about Robert, that she sought out her friend.
She had worked at her canvas -- a young Italian character study -- all the morning, completing the work without the model; but there had been many interruptions, some
-250-incident to her modest housekeeping, and others of a social nature.
Madame Ratignolle had dragged herself over, avoiding the too public thoroughfares, she said. She complained that Edna had neglected her much of late. Besides, she was consumed

Lady Laura Teresa Alma-Tadema paintings

Lady Laura Teresa Alma-Tadema paintings
Louise Abbema paintings
Leonardo da Vinci paintings
Lord Frederick Leighton paintings
The boys were tumbling about, clinging to his legs, imploring that numerous things be brought back to them. Mr. Pontellier was a great favorite, and ladies, men, children, even nurses, were always on hand to say goodby to him. His wife stood smiling and waving, the boys shouting, as he disappeared in the old rockaway down the sandy road.
A few days later a box arrived for Mrs. Pontellier from New Orleans. It was from her husband. It was filled with friandises,with luscious and toothsome bits -- the finest
-17-of fruits, pates, a rare bottle or two, delicious syrups, and bonbons in abundance.
Mrs. Pontellier was always very generous with the contents of such a box; she was quite used to receiving them when away from home. The patesand fruit were brought to the dining-room; the bonbons were passed around. And the ladies, selecting with dainty and discriminating fingers and a little greedily, all declared that Mr. Pontellier was the best husband in the world. Mrs. Pontellier was forced to admit that she knew of none better.

Lorenzo Lotto paintings

Lorenzo Lotto paintings
Louis Aston Knight paintings
Leon Bazile Perrault paintings
Leon-Augustin L'hermitte paintings
The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the rockaway which was to convey him to the steamer at the wharf. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his composure, which seemed to have been somewhat impaired the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in Carondelet Street.
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Mr. Pontellier gave his wife half of the money which he had brought away from Klein's hotel the evening before. She liked money as well as most women, and, accepted it with no little satisfaction.
"It will buy a handsome wedding present for Sister Janet!" she exclaimed, smoothing out the bills as she counted them one by one.
"Oh! we'll treat Sister Janet better than that, my dear," he laughed, as he prepared to kiss her good-by.

John William Godward paintings

John William Godward paintings
John William Waterhouse paintings
John Singer Sargent paintings
Jean-Leon Gerome paintings before to have weighed much against the abundance of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be tacit and self-understood.
An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a
-15-vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly upbraiding her husband, lamenting at Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself. The mosquitoes made merry over her, biting her firm, round arms and nipping at her bare insteps.
The little stinging, buzzing imps succeeded in dispelling a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.

David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting

David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting
Hanks Silver Strand painting
Monet La Japonaise painting
abstract 41239 painting
inarticulate murmur, sometimes a roll of thunder; the harmonious trembling of the windows, the blast of the organ like a hive of enormous bees, that entire orchestra with its gigantic gamut ascending and descending incessantly — from the voice of the multitude to that of a single bell — deadened her memory, her imagination, her pain. The bells in especial lulled her. A potent magnetism flowed from the vast metal domes and rocked her on its waves.
Thus, each succeeding morn found her calmer, less pale, breathing more freely. And as the wounds of her spirit healed, her outward grace and beauty bloomed forth again, but richer, more composed. Her former character also returned — something even of her gaiety, her pretty pout, her love for her goat, her pleasure in singing, her delicate modesty. She was careful to retire into the most secluded corner of her cell when dressing in the mornings, lest some one from the neighbouring attics should see her through the little window.

Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting

Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
Seignac L'Abandon painting
Hanks Blending Into Shadows & Sheets painting
Perez the face of tango ii painting
The fact of Phœbus being alive was all in all to her. After the series of earthquake shocks that had overturned everything, left no stone standing on another in her soul, one feeling alone had stood fast, and that was her love for the soldier. For love is like a tree; it grows of itself, strikes its roots deep into our being, and often continues to flourish and keep green over a heart in ruins.
And the inexplicable part of it is, that the blinder this passion the more tenacious is it. It is never more firmly seated than when it has no sort of reason.
Assuredly Esmeralda could not think of the captain without pain. Assuredly it was dreadful that he too should have been deceived, should have believed it possible that the dagger–thrust had been dealt by her who would have given a thousand lives for him. And yet he was not so much to blame, for had she not confessed her crime? Had she not yielded, weak woman that she was, to the torture? The fault was hers, and hers alone. She ought rather to have let them tear the nails from her feet than such an avowal from her lips. Still, could she but see Phœbus once

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
The days succeeded one another.
Little by little tranquility returned to Esmeralda’s spirits. Excess of suffering, like excess of joy, is a condition too violent to last. The human heart is incapable of remaining long in any extreme. The gipsy had endured such agonies that her only remaining emotion at its recollection was amazement.
With the feeling of security hope returned to her. She was outside the pale of society, of life; but she had a vague sense that it was not wholly impossible that she should re–enter it — as if dead but having in reserve a key to open her tomb.The terrible images that had so long haunted her withdrew by degrees. All the grewsome phantoms — Pierrat Torterue, Jacques Charmolue, and the rest, even the priest himself — faded from her mind.
And then — Phœbus was living; she was sure of it, she had seen him.

Watts Love and Life

Watts Love and Life
Love and Life caption: "Love, strong in his immortal youth, leads Life, a slight female figure, along the steep uphill path; with his broad wings he shelters her, that the winds of heaven may not visit her too roughly. Violets spring where Love has trod, and as they ascend to the mountain top the air becomes more and more golden. The implication is that, without the aid of Divine Love, fragile Human Life could not have power to ascend the steep path upward. First exhibited at the Grosvenor Gallery in 1885. Companion picture to 'Love and Death,' and 'Love Triumphant.'" This painting bears a strong resemblance to works by Burne-Jones.

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