Showing posts with label John William Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting. Show all posts
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Friday, October 10, 2008

John William Waterhouse Gather Ye Rosebuds while ye may painting

John William Waterhouse Gather Ye Rosebuds while ye may paintingLeonardo da Vinci Leda and the Swan paintingLeonardo da Vinci Head of Christ painting
knowed what hit him. Knew.
“Reckon that ole Tin Lizzie is done for now. Huh?”
He wondered if there was some meanness behind calling it an old Tin Lizzie. “I guess so,” he said.
“Good ole waggin, but she done broke down.”
His father sang that.
“No more joy rides in that ole Tin Lizzie, huh Rufus?”
“I guess not,” Rufus replied shyly.
He began to realize that for some moments now a bell, the school bell, had been weltering on the dark gray air; he realized it because at this moment the last of its reverberations were fading.
“Last bell,” one of the boys said in sudden alarm.
“Come on, we’re goana git hell,” another said; and within another second Rufus was watching them all run dwindling away up the street, and around the corner into Highland Avenue, as fast as they could go, and all round him the morning was empty and still

Monday, July 7, 2008

John William Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting

John William Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting
Pierre Auguste Renoir Two Sisters (On the Terrace) painting
Yes, I think she will," said Anne.
"Oh, Anne," protested Diana, with a rather shocked smile.
"Well, why not, Diana?" asked Anne seriously. "Do you think we'll never laugh in heaven?"
"Oh -- I -- I don't know" floundered Diana. "It doesn't seem just right, somehow. You know it's rather dreadful to laugh in church."
"But heaven won't be like church -- all the time," said Anne.
"I hope it ain't," said Davy emphatically. "If it is I don't want to go. Church is awful dull. Anyway, I don't mean to go for ever so long. I mean to live to be a hundred years old, like Mr. Thomas Blewett of White Sands. He says he's lived so long 'cause he always smoked tobacco and it killed all the germs. Can I smoke tobacco pretty soon, Anne?"
"No, Davy, I hope you'll never use tobacco," said Anne absently.
"What'll you feel like if the germs kill me then?" demanded Davy.