Vittore Carpaccio paintings

Vittore Carpaccio paintings
Warren Kimble paintings
fortunate enough to be useful to Mr. Franklin Blake.
I have been cut off from all news of my relatives by marriage for some time past. When we are isolated and poor, we are not infrequently forgotten. I am now living, for economy's sake, in a little town in Brittany, inhabited by a select circle of serious English friends, and possessed of the inestimable advantages of a Protestant clergyman and a cheap market.
In this retirement--a Patmos amid the howling ocean of popery that surrounds us--a letter from England has reached me at last. I find my insignificant existence suddenly remembered by Mr. Franklin Blake. My wealthy relative--would that I could add my spiritually wealthy relative!--writes, without even an attempt at disguising that he wants something of me. The whim has seized him to stir up the deplorable scandal of the Moonstone: and I am to help him by writing the account of what I myself witnessed while visiting at Aunt Verinder's house in London. Pecuniary remuneration is offered me--with the want of feeling peculiar to the rich. I am to re-open wounds that Time has barely closed; I am to recall the most intensely painful remembrances--and this done, I am to feel myself compensated by a new laceration, in the shape of Mr. Blake's

Steve Hanks paintings

Steve Hanks paintings
Salvador Dali paintings
In the meantime, it was my business to find out whether Mr. Franklin persisted in his resolution to leave us by the afternoon train. After having been informed of the conference in my lady's room, and of how it had ended, he immediately decided on waiting to hear the news from Frizinghall. This very natural alteration in his plans -- which, with ordinary people, would have led to nothing in particular -- proved, in Mr. Franklin's case, to have one objectionable result. It left him unsettled, with a legacy of idle time on his hands, and, in so doing, it let out all the foreign sides of his character, one on the top of another, like rats out of a bag.
Now as an Italian-Englishman, now as a German-Englishman, and now as a French-Englishman, he drifted in and out of all the sitting-rooms in the house, with nothing to talk of but Miss Rachel's treatment of him; and with nobody to address himself to but me. I found him (for example) in the library, sitting under the map of Modern Italy, and quite unaware of any other method of meeting his troubles, except the method of talking about them. `I have several worthy aspirations, Betteredge; but what am I to do with them now? I am full of dormant good qualities, if Rachel

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
James Childs paintings
mean that your lady can't prosecute,' said the Sergeant.
`Rosanna Spearman is simply an instrument in the hands of another person, and Rosanna Spearman will be held harmless for that other person's sake.'
He spoke like a man in earnest--there was no denying that. Still, I felt something stirring uneasily against him in my mind.
`Can't you give that other person a name?' I said.
`Can't you, Mr. Betteredge?'
`No.'
Sergeant Cuff stood stock-still, and surveyed me with a look of melancholy interest.
`It's always a pleasure to me to be tender towards human infirmity,' he said. `I feel particularly tender at the present moment, Mr. Betteredge, towards you. And you, with the same excellent motive, feel particularly tender towards Rosanna Spearman,

John William Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott painting

John William Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott painting
Claude Monet Water Lily Pond painting
So you've got back?" said Marilla, folding up her knitting.
"Yes, and oh, it's so good to be back," said Anne joyously. "I could kiss everything, even to the clock. Marilla, a broiled chicken! You don't mean to say you cooked that for me!"
"Yes, I did," said Marilla. "I thought you'd be hungry after such a drive and need something real appetizing. Hurry and take off your things, and we'll have supper as soon as Matthew comes in. I'm glad you've got back, I must say. It's been fearful lonesome here without you, and I never put in four longer days."
After supper Anne sat before the fire between Matthew and Marilla, and gave them a full account of her visit.
"I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home."

Claude Monet The Red Boats Argenteuil painting

Claude Monet The Red Boats Argenteuil painting
3d art Boundless Love painting
Oh, Anne," gasped Diana, fairly falling on the former's neck and weeping with relief and delight, "oh, Anne--we thought--you were--drowned--and we felt like murderers--because we had made--you be--Elaine. And Ruby is in hysterics--oh, Anne, how did you escape?"
"I climbed up on one of the piles," explained Anne wearily, "and Gilbert Blythe came along in Mr. Andrews's dory and brought me to land."
"Oh, Anne, how splendid of him! Why, it's so romantic!" said Jane, finding breath enough for utterance at last. "Of course you'll speak to him after this."
"Of course I won't," flashed Anne, with a momentary return of her old spirit. "And I don't want ever to hear the word `romantic' again, Jane Andrews. I'm awfully sorry you were so frightened, girls. It is all my fault. I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star. Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape. We've gone and lost your father's flat, Diana, and I have a presentiment that we'll not be allowed to row on the pond any more."
Anne's presentiment proved more trustworthy than presentiments are apt to do

Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting

Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting
William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
Anne cowered deeper into her pillows as if desirous of hiding herself forever from mortal eyes.
"No. But please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me. I'm in the depths of despair and I don't care who gets head in class or writes the best composition or sings in the Sundayschool choir any more. Little things like that are of no importance now because I don't suppose I'll ever be able to go anywhere again. My career is closed. Please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me."
"Did anyone ever hear the like?" the mystified Marilla wanted to know. "Anne Shirley, whatever is the matter with you? What have you done? Get right up this minute and tell me. This minute, I say. There now, what is it?"
Anne had slid to the floor in despairing obedience.
"Look at my hair, Marilla," she whispered.
Accordingly, Marilla lifted her candle and looked scrutinizingly at Anne's hair, flowing in heavy masses down her back. It certainly had a very strange appearance.
"Anne Shirley, what have you done to your hair? Why, it's GREEN!"

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting
childe hassam Geraniums painting
declare, Diana, there isn't more than a cupful in the kettle! There, I've filled it up, and, Mary Joe, you may put some wood in the stove. I don't want to hurt your feelings but it seems to me you might have thought of this before if you'd any imagination. Now, I'll undress Minnie May and put her to bed and you try to find some soft flannel cloths, Diana. I'm going to give her a dose of ipecac first of all."
Minnie May did not take kindly to the ipecac but Anne had not brought up three pairs of twins for nothing. Down that ipecac went, not only once, but many times during the long, anxious night when the two little girls worked patiently over the suffering Minnie May, and Young Mary Joe, honestly anxious to do all she could, kept up a roaring fire and heated more water than would have been needed for a hospital of croupy babies.
It was three o'clock when Matthew came with a doctor, for he had been obliged to go all the way to Spencervale for one. But the pressing need for assistance was past. Minnie May was much better and was sleeping soundly.

3d art The Kiss by arturojm painting

3d art The Kiss by arturojm painting
William Bouguereau Evening Mood painting
Marilla whisked into the kitchen, grievously disturbed, leaving a very much distracted little soul in the porch behind her. Presently Anne stepped out bareheaded into the chill autumn dusk; very determinedly and steadily she took her way down through the sere clover field over the log bridge and up through the spruce grove, lighted by a pale little moon hanging low over the western woods. Mrs. Barry, coming to the door in answer to a timid knock, found a white-lipped eager-eyed suppliant on the doorstep.
Her face hardened. Mrs. Barry was a woman of strong prejudices and dislikes, and her anger was of the cold, sullen sort which is always hardest to overcome. To do her justice, she really believed Anne had made Diana drunk out of sheer malice prepense,??? and she was honestly anxious to preserve her little daughter from the contamination of further intimacy with such a child.
"What do you want?" she said stiffly.
Anne clasped her hands.
"Oh, Mrs. Barry, please forgive me. I did

Anders Zorn paintings

Anders Zorn paintings
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
came in to scrub, wouldn't you? I'm glad she was satisfied with me anyhow, I would feel so sad if I thought I was a disappointment to her--because she didn't live very long after that, you see. She died of fever when I was just three months old. I do wish she'd lived long enough for me to remember calling her mother. I think it would be so sweet to say `mother,' don't you? And father died four days afterwards from fever too. That left me an orphan and folks were at their wits' end, so Mrs. Thomas said, what to do with me. You see, nobody wanted me even then. It seems to be my fate. Father and mother had both come from places far away and it was well known they hadn't any relatives living. Finally Mrs. Thomas said she'd take me, though she was poor and had a drunken husband. She brought me up by hand. Do you know if there is anything in being brought up by hand that ought to make people who are brought up that way better than other people? Because whenever I was naughty Mrs. Thomas would ask me how I could be such a bad girl when she had brought me up by hand

Nancy O'Toole paintings

Nancy O'Toole paintings
Pino paintings
When you try to eat a lump comes right up in your throat and you can't swallow anything, not even if it was a chocolate caramel. I had one chocolate caramel once two years ago and it was simply delicious. I've often dreamed since then that I had a lot of chocolate caramels, but I always wake up just when I'm going to eat them. I do hope you won't be offended because I can't eat. Everything is extremely nice, but still I cannot eat."
"I guess she's tired," said Matthew, who hadn't spoken since his return from the barn. "Best put her to bed, Marilla."
Marilla had been wondering where Anne should be put to bed. She had prepared a couch in the kitchen chamber for the desired and expected boy. But, although it was neat and clean, it did not seem quite the thing to put a girl there somehow. But the spare room was out of the question for such a stray waif, so there remained only the east gable room

Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings

Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings
Jehan Georges Vibert paintings
I have, often. Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?"
"Well now, I--I don't know exactly."
"Neither do I. I can never decide. But it doesn't make much real difference for it isn't likely I'll ever be either. It's certain I'll never be angelically good. Mrs. Spencer says--oh, Mr. Cuthbert! Oh, Mr. Cuthbert!! Oh, Mr. Cuthbert!!!"
That was not what Mrs. Spencer had said; neither had the child tumbled out of the buggy nor had Matthew done anything astonishing. They had simply rounded a curve in the road and found themselves in the "Avenue."
The "Avenue," so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill painting
The messenger rode back at an easy trot, stopping pretty often at ale-houses by the way to drink, but evincing tendency to keep his own counsel, and to keep his hat cocked over his eyes. He had eyes that assorted very well with that decoration, being of a surface black, with no depth in the colour or form, and much too near together--as if they were afraid of being found out in something, singly, if they kept too far apart. They had a sinister expression, under an old cocked-hat like a three-cornered spittoon, and over a great muffler for the chin and throat, which descended nearly to the wearer's knees. When he stopped for drink, he moved this muffler with his left hand, only while he poured his liquor in with his right; as soon as that was done, he muffled again.
No, Jerry, no!' said the messenger, harping on one theme as he rode. `It wouldn't do for you, Jerry. Jerry, you honest tradesman, it wouldn't suit your line of business! Recalled--! Bust me if I don't think he'd been a drinking!'
His message perplexed his mind to that degree that he was fain, several times, to take off his hat to scratch his head. Except on the crown,

Thomas Kinkade Morro Bay at Sunset painting

Thomas Kinkade Morro Bay at Sunset painting
Thomas Kinkade Make a Wish Cottage painting
dem Bösewicht den Bauch auf. Kaum hatte sie den ersten Schnitt getan, da streckte auch schon ein Geißlein den Kopf heraus. Und als sie weiterschnitt, sprangen nacheinander alle sechs heraus. Sie waren alle heil und gesund, denn der Wolf hatte sie in seiner Gier ganz hinuntergeschluckt.
Das war eine Freude! Da herzten sie ihre liebe Mutter und hüpften wie Schneider bei einer Hochzeit. Die Alte aber sagte: "Jetzt geht und sucht große Steine, damit wollen wir dem bösen Tier den Bauch füllen, solange es noch im Schlafe liegt." Da schleppten die sieben Geißlein in aller Eile Steine herbei und steckten ihm so viele in den Bauch, als sie nur hineinbringen konnten. Dann nähte ihn die Alte in aller Geschwindigkeit wieder zu, so daß der Wolf nichts merkte und sich nicht einmal regte.
Als er endlich ausgeschlafen war, machte er sich auf die Beine. Und weil ihm die Steine im Magen großen Durst verursachten, wollte er zu einem Brunnen gehen und trinken. Als er aber anfing zu laufen, stießen die Steine in seinem Bauch aneinander und zappelten. Da rief er:

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill painting
The woman did everything that her neighbor bade her. When she put the egg-shells with water on the fire, Goggle-eyes said, "I am as old now as the Wester Forest, but never yet have I seen anyone boil anything in an egg-shell."
And he began to laugh at it. Whilst he was laughing, suddenly came a host of little elves, who brought the right child, set it down on the hearth, and took the changeling away with them.
English translation by Margaret Hunt
work, and then concealed themselves to see how the little men would behave.
At midnight they der Ecke stand, und fing an zu kehren. Da kamen fremde Leute zugeschnittenen Arbeit zusammen auf den Tisch und versteckten sich Gewissen hatte, so legte er sich ruhig zu Bett, befahl sich had nothing left but leather for one pair of shoes. So in the evening, he cut out the shoes which

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting
Thomas Kinkade The Light of Freedom painting
Gesellschaft wieder. Da lief dem Schneiderlein endlich, wie man sagt, die Laus über die Leber, es langte aus seiner Hölle nach einem Tuchlappen, und "Wart, ich will es euch geben!" schlug es unbarmherzig drauf. Als es abzog und zählte, so lagen nicht weniger als sieben vor ihm tot und streckten die Beine.
"Bist du so ein Kerl?" sprach er und mußte selbst seine Tapferkeit bewundern. "Das soll die ganze Stadt erfahren." Und in der Hast schnitt sich das Schneiderlein einen Gürtel, nähte ihn und stickte mit großen Buchstaben darauf
"Siebene auf einen Streich!"
"Ei was, Stadt!" sprach er weiter, "die ganze Welt soll's erfahren!" Und sein Herz wackelte ihm vor Freude wie ein Lämmerschwänzchen. Der Schneider band sich den Gürtel um den Leib und wollte in die

Vincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting

Vincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting
Eric Wallis Roman Girl painting
Da ging auf einmal die T黵e auf und trat ein kleines M鋘nchen herein und sprach: "Guten Abend, Jungfer M黮lerin, warum weint Sie so sehr?"
"Ach," antwortete das M鋎chen, "ich soll Stroh zu Gold spinnen, und verstehe das nicht."
Sprach das M鋘nchen: "Was gibst du mir, wenn ich dir's spinne?"
"Mein Halsband," sagte das M鋎chen.
Das M鋘nchen nahm das Halsband, setzte sich vor das R鋎chen, und schnurr, schnurr, schnurr, dreimal gezogen, war die Spule voll. Dann steckte es eine andere auf, und schnurr, schnurr, schnurr, dreimal gezogen, war auch die zweite voll: und so ging's fort bis zum Morgen, da war alles Stroh versponnen, und alle Spulen waren voll Gold.
Bei Sonnenaufgang kam schon der K鰊ig und als er das Gold erblickte, erstaunte er und freute sich

Raphael Madonna and Child with Book painting

Raphael Madonna and Child with Book painting
Daniel Ridgway Knight The Honeymoon Breakfast painting
Ach du gottloses Kind!" rief die Zauberin, "was muß ich von dir hören; ich dachte, ich hatte dich von aller Welt geschieden, und du hast mich doch betrogen!"
In ihrem Zorn packte sie die schönen Haare der Rapunzel, schlug sie ein paarmal um ihre linke Hand, griff eine Schere mit der rechten, und, ritsch, ratsch, waren sie abgeschnitten, und die schönen Flechten lagen auf der Erde. Und sie war so unbarmherzig, daß sie die arme Rapunzel in eine Wüstenei brachte, wo sie in großem Jammer und Elend leben mußte.
Denselben Tag aber, wo sie Rapunzel verstoßen hatte, machte abends die Zauberin die abgeschnittenen Flechten oben am Fensterhaken fest, und als der Königssohn kam und rief:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,Laß mir dein Haar herunter!"
so ließ sie die Haare hinab. Der Königssohn stieg hinauf, aber er fand oben nicht seine liebste Rapunzel, sondern die Zauberin, die ihn mit bösen und giftigen Blicken ansah

Douglas Hoffman dying swan painting

Douglas Hoffman dying swan painting
Pino day dream painting
Laß mir dein Haar herunter!"
Da ließ Rapunzel die Haarflechten herab, und die Zauberin stieg zu ihr hinauf. "Ist das die Leiter, auf welcher man hinaufkommt, so will ich auch einmal mein Glück versuchen." Und den folgenden Tag, als es anfing dunkel zu werden, ging er zu dem Turme und rief:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,Laß mir dein Haar herunter!"
Alsbald fielen die Haare herab, und der Königssohn stieg hinauf. Anfangs erschrak Rapunzel gewaltig, als ein Mann zu ihr hereinkam, wie ihre Augen noch nie einen erblickt hatten. Doch der Königssohn fing an, ganz freundlich mit ihr zu reden, und erzählte ihr, daß von ihrem Gesang sein Herz so sehr sei bewegt worden, daß es ihm keine Ruhe gelassen 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."

Andrea del Sarto paintings

Andrea del Sarto paintings
Alexandre Cabanel paintings
daß er gar nicht fett werden wollte. Als vier Wochen herum waren und Hänsel immer mager blieb, da überkam sie die Ungeduld, und sie wollte nicht länger warten.
"Heda, Gretel", rief sie dem Mädchen zu, "sei flink und trag Wasser! Hänsel mag fett oder mager sein, morgen will ich ihn schlachten und kochen."
Ach, wie jammerte das arme Schwesterchen, als es das Wasser tragen mußte, und wie flossen ihm die Tränen über die Backen herunter! "Lieber Gott, hilf uns doch", rief sie aus, "hätten uns nur die wilden Tiere im Wald gefressen, so wären wir doch zusammen gestorben!"
"Spar nur dein Geplärre", sagte die Alte, "es hilft dir alles nichts."

Vladimir Volegov paintings

Vladimir Volegov paintings
Vincent van Gogh paintings
Hänsel aber tröstete sie: "Wart nur ein Weilchen, bis der Mond aufgegangen ist, dann wollen wir den Weg schon finden." Und als der volle Mond aufgestiegen war, so nahm Hänsel sein Schwesterchern an der Hand und ging den Kieselsteinen nach, die schimmerten wie neugeschlagene Batzen und zeigten ihnen den Weg.
Sie gingen die ganze Nacht hindurch und kamen bei anbrechendem Tag wieder zu ihres Vaters Haus. Sie klopften an die Tür, und als die Frau aufmachte und sah, daß es Hänsel und Gretel waren, sprach sie: "Ihr bösen Kinder, was habt ihr so lange im Walde geschlafen, wir haben geglaubt, ihr wollet gar nicht wiederkommen." Der Vater aber freute sich, denn es war ihm zu Herzen gegangen, daß er sie so allein zurückgelassen hatte.
Nicht lange danach war wieder Not in allen Ecken, und die Kinder hörten, wie die Mutter nachts im

Irene Sheri paintings

Irene Sheri paintings
Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky paintings
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 Gänse aufs Feld. Und wenn sie auf der Wiese angekommen war, saß sie nieder und machte ihre Haare auf, die waren eitel Gold, und Kürdchen sah sie und freute sich, wie sie und wollte ihr ein paar ausraufen. Da sprach sie
"Weh, weh, Windchen,Nimm Kürdchen sein Hütchen,Und laß'n sich mit jagen,Bis ich mich geflochten und geschnatzt,Und wieder aufgesatzt." Und da kam ein so starker Wind, daß er dem Kürdchen sein Hütchen wegwehte über alle Land, und es mußte ihm nachlaufen. Bis es wiederkam, war sie mit dem Kämmen und Aufsetzen fertig, und er konnte keine Haare kriegen. Da war Kürdchen bös und sprach nicht mit ihr; und so hüteten sie die Gänse, bis daß es Abend ward, dann gingen sie nach Haus.

Eric Wallis Roman Girl painting

Eric Wallis Roman Girl painting
Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting
Herzenslust. Als er sich ges鋞tigt hatte, wollte er wieder fort, aber er war so dick geworden,da?er denselben Weg nicht wieder hinaus konnte. Darauf hatte Daumesdick gerechnet und fing nun an, in dem Leib des Wolfes einen gewaltigen L鋜men zu machen, tobte und schrie, was er konnte.
"Willst du stille sein," sprach der Wolf, "du weckst die Leute auf."
"Ei was," antwortete der Kleine, "du hast dich satt gefressen, ich will mich auch lustig machen," und fing von neuem an, aus allen Kr鋐ten zu schreien.
Davon erwachte endlich sein Vater und seine Mutter, liefen an die Kammer und schauten durch die Spalte hinein. Wie sie sahen, da?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 mu遲 du auf ihn einhauen, und ihm den Leib zerschneiden."

Thomas Kinkade The Garden of Prayer painting

Thomas Kinkade The Garden of Prayer painting
Thomas Kinkade Sweetheart Cottage II painting
"My word," said one of them, "what is this? There is a cart coming, and a driver is calling to the horse and still he is not to be seen."
"That can't be right," said the other, "we will follow the cart and see where it stops."
The cart, however, drove right into the forest, and exactly to the place where the wood had been cut. When Tom Thumb saw his father, he cried to him, "Do you see, Father, here I am with the cart, now take me up." The father got hold of the horse with his left hand and with the right took his little son out of the ear. Tom Thumb sat down quite merrily on a straw, but when the two strange men saw him, they did not know what to say for astonishment.
Then one of them took the other aside and said, "Listen, the little fellow would make our fortune if we exhibited him in a large town, for money. We will buy him." They went to the peasant and said, "Sell us the little man. He shall be well treated with us."

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting
Thomas Kinkade Gingerbread Cottage painting
Daumnesdick verlor den Mut nicht, "vielleicht," dachte er, "läßt der Wolf mit sich reden," und rief ihm aus dem Wanste zu "lieber Wolf" ich weiß dir einen herrlichen Fraß."
"Wo ist der zu holen?" sprach der Wolf.
"In dem und dem Haus, da mußt du durch die Gosse hineinkriechen, und wirst Kuchen, Speck und Wurst finden, so viel du essen willst," und beschrieb ihm genau seines Vaters Haus.
Der Wolf ließ sich das nicht zweimal sagen, drängte sich in der Nacht zur Gosse hinein und fraß in der Vorratskammer nach Herzenslust. Als er sich gesättigt hatte" wollte er wieder fort, aber er war so dick geworden" daß er denselben Weg nicht wieder hinaus konnte. Darauf hatte Daumesdick gerechnet und fing nun an" in dem Leib des Wolfes einen gewaltigen Lärmen zu machen, tobte und schrie, was er konnte.
"Willst du stille sein," sprach der Wolf, "du weckst die Leute auf."
"Ei was," antwortete der Kleine, "du hast dich satt gefressen, ich will mich auch lustig machen," und fing von neuem an, aus allen Kräften zu schreien.

Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting

Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting
Thomas Kinkade The old fishing hole painting
brachte es zartes Gras mit, war vergnt und spielte vor ihm herum. Abends, wenn Schwesterchen me war und sein Gebet gesagt hatte, legte es seinen Kopf auf den Rken des Rehkbchens, das war sein Kissen, darauf es sanft einschlief. Und hte das Brrchen nur seine menschliche Gestalt gehabt, es w鋜e ein herrliches Leben gewesen.
Das dauerte eine Zeitlang, da?sie so allein in der Wildnis waren. Es trug sich aber zu, da?der Kig des Landes eine gro Jagd in dem Wald hielt. Da schallte das nerblasen, Hundegebell und das lustige Geschrei der J鋑er durch die Bme, und das Rehlein hte es und we gar zu gerne dabeigewesen.
"Ach", sprach es zum Schwesterlein, "la?mich hinaus in die Jagd, ich kann's nicht l鋘ger mehr aushalten", und bat so lange, bis es einwilligte. "Aber", sprach es zu ihm, "komm mir ja abends wieder, vor den wilden J鋑ern schlie? ich mein Tlein; und damit ich dich kenne, so klopf und sprich: 'Mein Schwesterlein, la?mich herein!' Und wenn du nicht so sprichst, so schlie?ich mein Tlein nicht auf."

wholesale oil painting

wholesale oil painting
rechte," sprach er, "habt ihr keine andere Tochter?" "Nein" sagte der Mann, "nur von meiner verstorbenen Frau ist noch ein kleines verbuttetes Aschenputtel da: das kann unmöglich die Braut sein." Der Königssohn sprach, er sollte es heraufschicken, die Mutter aber antwortete "ach nein, das ist viel zu schmutzig, das darf sich nicht sehen lassen." Er wollte es aber durchaus haben, und Aschenputtel mußte gerufen werden.
Da wusch es sich erst Hände und Angesicht rein, ging dann hin und neigte sich vor dem Königssohn, der ihm den goldenen Schuh reichte. Dann setzte es sich auf einen Schemel, zog den Fuß aus dem schweren Holzschuh und steckte ihn in den Pantoffel, der war wie angegossen. Und als es sich in die Höhe richtete und der König ihm ins Gesicht sah, so erkannte er das schöne Mädchen, das mit ihm getanzt hatte, und rief "das ist die rechte Braut." Die Stiefmutter und die beiden Schwestern erschraken und wurden bleich vor Arger: er aber nahm Aschenputtel aufs Pferd und ritt mit ihm fort. Als sie an dem Haselbäumchen vorbeikamen, riefen die zwei weißen Täubchen
"rucke di guck, rucke di guck

Lorenzo Lotto paintings

Lorenzo Lotto paintings
Louis Aston Knight paintings
Trust me each state must have its policies;Kingdoms have edicts, cities have their charters;Even the wild outlaw, in his forest-walk,Keeps yet some touch of civil discipline;For not since Adam wore his verdant apron,Hath man with man in social union dwelt,But laws were made to draw that union closer. Old Play
The daylight had dawned upon the glades of the oak forest. The green boughs glittered with all their pearls of dew. The hind led her fawn from the covert of high fern to the more open walks of the greenwood, and no huntsman was there to watch or intercept the stately hart, as he paced at the head of the antlered herd.
The outlaws were all assembled around the Trysting-tree in the Harthill Walk, where they had spent the night in refreshing themselves after the fatigues of the siege, some with wine, some with slumber, many with hearing and recounting the events of the day, and computing the heaps of plunder which their success had placed at the disposal of their chief.

Gustave Courbet paintings

Gustave Courbet paintings
Guido Reni paintings
Thou needst say no more,” replied Urfried; “men know a fox by the train, and a Jewess by her tongue.”
“For the sake of mercy,” said Rebecca, “tell me what I am to expect as the conclusion of the violence which hath dragged me hither! Is it my life they seek, to atone for my religion? I will lay it down cheerfully.”
Thy life, minion?” answered the sibyl; “what would taking thy life pleasure them? Trust me, thy life is in no peril. Such usage shalt thou have as was once thought good enough for a noble Saxon maiden. And shall a Jewess, like thee, repine because she hath no better? Look at me—I was as young and twice as fair as thou, when Front-de-Bœuf, father of this Reginald, and his Normans, stormed this castle. My father and his seven sons defended their inheritance from storey to storey, from chamber to chamber—there was not a room, not a step of the stair, that was not slippery with their blood. They died—they died every man; and ere their bodies were cold, and ere their blood was dried, I had become the prey and the scorn of the conqueror!”

Edward Hopper paintings

Edward Hopper paintings
Edgar Degas paintings
train of armed men, some noble dameEscorting (so their scatter’d words discover’d,As unperceived I hung upon their rear),Are close at hand, and mean to pass the nightWithin the castle. –Orra: a Tragedy.–
The travellers had now reached the verge of the wooded country, and were about to plunge into its recesses, held dangerous at that time from the number of outlaws whom oppression and poverty had driven to despair, and who occupied the forests in such large bands as could easily bid defiance to the feeble police of the period. From these rovers, however, notwithstanding the lateness of the hour, Cedric and Athelstane accounted themselves secure, as they had in attendance ten servants, besides Wamba and Gurth, whose aid could not be counted upon, the one being a jester and the other a captive. It may be added, that in travelling thus late through the forest, Cedric and Athelstane relied on their

Steve Hanks Silver Strand painting

Steve Hanks Silver Strand painting
Claude Monet The Red Boats painting dreams.Well, here I am tonight, hoping for sleep, and lying like Ophelia in the play,with‘virgin crants and maiden strewments.’ I never liked garlic before, but tonight it is delightful! There is peace in its smell. I feel sleep coming already. Goodnight, everybody.
Dr. Seward’s Diary
13 September.--Called at the Berkeley and found Van Helsing, as usual, up to time. The carriage ordered from the hotel was waiting. The Professor took his bag, which he always brings with him now.
Let all be put down exactly. Van Helsing and I arrived at Hillingham at eight o’clock. It was a lovely morning. The bright sunshine and all the fresh feeling of early autumn seemed like the completion of nature’s annual work. The leaves were turning to all kinds of beautiful colors,but

Fabian Perez white and red painting

Fabian Perez white and red painting
Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting
May. Bistritz. Left Munich at 8:35 P.M, on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible.
The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule.
We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh. Here I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royale. I had for dinner, or rathersupper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called “paprika hendl,” and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians

Alfred Gockel paintings

Alfred Gockel paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
“I have been doing something while you have been gone, Archy. Do you think you can find out what it was?”
The boy went to the bookcase and got out the books that had been touched, and opened them at the pages which had been stroked.
The mother took him in her lap, and said:
“I will answer your question now, dear. I have found out that in one way you are quite different from other people. You can see in the dark, you can smell what other people cannot, you have the talents of a bloodhound. They are good and valuable things to have, but you must keep the matter a secret. If people found it out, they would speak of you as an odd child, a strange child, and children would beintelligently, and was satisfied with the results—even a little proud of them. One day Archy said,
“Mamma, am I different from other

John Singer Sargent paintings

John Singer Sargent paintings
Jean-Leon Gerome paintings
But here she was greatly embarrassed. She did not know whether the abbess was a royalist or a cardinalist; she therefore confined herself to a prudent middle course. But the abbess on her part maintained a still more prudent reserve, contenting herself with making a profound inclination of the head every time that the fair traveller pronounced his Eminence’s name.
Milady began to think she should be very greatly bored in the convent; so she resolved to risk something, in order immediately to know how to act afterwards. Desirous of seeing how far the good abbess’s discretion would go, she began to tell a scandal, carefully veiled at first, but very circumstantial afterwards, about the cardinal, relating the minister’s amours with Madame d’Aiguillon, Marion de Lorme, and several other women of easy virtue.
The abbess listened more attentively, grew animated by degrees, and smiled.

Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings

Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
Julien Dupre paintings
Felton entered. He held the knife with which milady had stabbed herself open in his bosom. With one bound he was on the duke.
At that moment Patrick entered the room, crying,
“A letter from France, my lord!”
“From France!” cried Buckingham, forgetting everything on thinking from whom that letter came.
Felton took advantage of this moment, and plunged the knife into his side up to the handle.
“Ah, traitor!” cried Buckingham, “thou hast killed me!”
“Murder!” screamed Patrick.
Felton cast his eyes round for means of escape, and seeing the door free, he rushed into the next chamber, in which, as we said, the deputies from Rochelle were waiting, crossed it as quickly as possible, and

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
James Childs paintings
There is no doubt of that. Nobody has a higher opinion of the courage and skill of Athos than I have; but I like better to hear my sword clang against lances than against staves. I fear lest Athos has been carried down by a mob of menials. Those fellows strike hard, and don’t leave off in a hurry. This is my reason for wishing to set out again as soon as I possibly can.”
“I will try to accompany you,” said Aramis, “though I scarcely feel in a condition to mount on horseback. When do you set out?”
“To-morrow at daybreak.”
“Till to-morrow, then,” said Aramis; “for though you are made of iron you must need repose.”
The next morning, when D’Artagnan entered Aramis’s chamber, he found him standing at the window.
“My dear Aramis; take care of yourself,” said he; “I will go alone in search of Athos.”
“You are a man of bronze,” replied Aramis.
“No, I have good luck, that is all. But how do you mean to pass your time till I come back?”
Aramis smiled. “I will make verses,” said he.

Fra Angelico paintings

Fra Angelico paintings
Frederic Edwin Church paintings
Well, young man,” said he, “we appear to pass rather gay nights! Seven o’clock in the morning! Hang it! you seem to reverse ordinary customs, and come home at the hour when other people are going out.”
“No one can reproach you for anything of the kind, M. Bonacieux,” said the young man; “you are a model for sober people.”
Bonacieux grinned a ghastly smile.
“Ah, ha!” said Bonacieux, “you are a jocular companion. But where the devil were you gadding last night, my young master? It does not appear to be very clean in the crossroads.”
D’Artagnan glanced down at his boots, all covered with mud, but that same glance fell upon the mercer’s shoes and stockings. It might have been said they had been dipped in the same mudhole. Both were stained with splashes of the very same appearance.

Tamara de Lempicka Self Portrait in Green Bugatti painting

Tamara de Lempicka Self Portrait in Green Bugatti painting
Thomas Cole The Notch of the White Mountains (Crawford Notch) painting
" Just walk on a little way, dear, said Mrs. Barclay;" I want to have a word with this man. There is nothing to be afraid of. " She tried to speak boldly, but she was still deadly pale and could hardly get her words out for the trembling of her lips.
"' I did as she asked me, and they talked together for a few minutes. Then she came down the street with her eyes blazing, and I saw the crippled wretch standing by the lamp-post and shaking his clenched fists in the air as if he were mad with rage. She never said a word until we were at the door here, when she took me by the hand and begged me to tell no one what had happened.
"'" It's an old acquaintance of mine who has come down in the world, "said she. When I promised her I would say nothing she kissed me, and I have never seen her since. I have told you now the whole truth, and if I withheld it from the police it is because I did not realize then the danger in which my dear friend stood. I know that it can only be to her advantage that everything should be known. '

Martin Johnson Heade Cattelya Orchid and Three Brazilian Hummingbirds painting

Martin Johnson Heade Cattelya Orchid and Three Brazilian Hummingbirds painting
Peter Paul Rubens The Crucified Christ painting
You have an indication, you see, of a long body with very short legs attached to it. It has not been considerate enough to leave any of its hair behind it. But its general shape must be what I have indicated, and it can run up a curtain, and it is carnivorous."
"How do you deduce that?"
Because it ran up the curtain. A canary's cage was hanging in the window, and its aim seems to have been to get at the bird."
"Then what was the beast?"
Ah, if I could give it a name it might go a long way towards solving the case. On the whole, it was probably some creature of the weasel and stoat tribe -- and yet it is larger than any of these that I have seen."
"But what had it to do with the crime?"
"That, also, is still obscure. But we have learned a good deal, you perceive. We know that a man stood in the road looking at the quarrel between the Barclays -- the blinds were

Winslow Homer paintings

Winslow Homer paintings
William Bouguereau paintings
Who is there?" cried a gruff voice from within.
"It is I, McMurdo. You surely know my knock by this time."
There was a grumbling sound and a clanking and jarring of keys. The door swung heavily back, and a short, deep-chested man stood in the opening, with the yellow light of the lantern shining upon his protruded face and twinkling, distrustful eyes.
"That you, Mr. Thaddeus? But who are the others? I had no orders about them from the master."
"No, McMurdo? You surprise me! I told my brother last night that I should bring some friends."
"He hain't been out o' his rooms to-day, Mr. Thaddeus, and I have no orders. You know very well that I must stick to regulations. I can let you in, but your friends they must just stop where they are."
This was an unexpected obstacle. Thaddeus Sholto looked about him in a perplexed and helpless manner.
"This is too bad of you, McMurdo!" he said. "If I guarantee them, that is enough for you. There is the young lady, too. She cannot wait on the pubiic road at this hour."

Thomas Cole paintings

Thomas Cole paintings
Theodore Robinson paintings
averse to part with them, for, between friends, my brother was himself a little inclined to my father's fault. He thought, too, that if we parted with the chaplet it might give rise to gossip and finally bring us into trouble. It was all that I could do to persuade him to let me find out Miss Morstan's address and send her a detached pearl at fixed intervals so that at least she might never feel destitute."
"It was a kindly thought," said our companion earnestly; "it was extremely good of you."
The little man waved his hand deprecatingly.
"We were your trustees," he said; "that was the view which I took of it, though Brother Bartholomew could not altogether see it in that light. We had plenty of money ourselves. I desired no more. Besides, it would have been such bad taste to have treated a young lady in so scurvy a fashion. 'Le mauvais godt mene au crime.' The French have a very neat way of putting these things. Our difference of opinion on this subject went so far that I thought it best to set up rooms for myself; so I left Pondicherry Lodge, taking the old khitmutgar and

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida paintings
Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings heard that he was in London. Four years later Sholto dies. Within a week of his death Captain Morstan's daughter receives a valuable present, which is repeated from year to year and now culminates in a letter which describes her as a wronged woman. What wrong can it refer to except this deprivation of her father? And why should the presents begin immediately after Sholto's death unless it is that Sholto's heir knows something of the mystery and desires to make compensation? Have you any alternative theory which will meet the facts?"
"But what a strange compensation! And how strangely made! Why, too, should he write a letter now, rather than six years ago? Again, the letter speaks of giving her justice. What justice can she have? It is too much to suppose that her father is still alive. There is no other injustice in her case that you know of."
"There are difficulties; there are certainly difficulties," said Sherlock Holmes pensively; "but our expedition of to-night will solve them all. Ah, here is a four-

Andrew Atroshenko The Passion of Music painting

Andrew Atroshenko The Passion of Music painting
Diego Rivera The Flower Seller painting
You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake.But for my daughter Katharina, this I know,She is not for your turn, the more my grief.
PETRUCHIO
I see you do not mean to part with her,Or else you like not of my company.
BAPTISTA
Mistake me not; I speak but as I find.Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name?
PETRUCHIO
Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son,A man well known throughout all Italy.
BAPTISTA
I know him well: you are welcome for his sake.
GREMIO
Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

Stephen Gjertson paintings

Stephen Gjertson paintings
Sir Henry Raeburn paintings
married your sister at once. Though Mr. Bennet was not imagined to be very rich, he would have been able to do something for him, and his situation must have been benefited by marriage. But he found, in reply to this question, that Wickham still cherished the hope of more effectually making his fortune by marriage in some other country. Under such circumstances, however, he was not likely to be proof against the temptation of immediate relief. They met several times,MR. Wickham was so perfectly satisfied with this conversation that he never again distressed himself, or provoked his dear sister Elizabeth, by introducing the subject of it; and she was pleased to find that she had said enough to keep him quiet.
The day of his and Lydia's departure soon came, and Mrs. Bennet was forced to submit to a separation, which, as her husband by no means entered into her scheme of their all going to Newcastle, was likely to continue at least a twelvemonth.
``Oh! my dear Lydia,'' she cried, ``when shall we meet again?''
``Oh, lord! I don't know. Not these two or three years, perhaps.''

Guillaume Seignac paintings

Guillaume Seignac paintings
George Owen Wynne Apperley paintings
To Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner he was scarcely a less interesting personage than to herself. They had long wished to see him. The whole party before them, indeed, excited a lively attention. The suspicions which had just arisen, of Mr. Darcy and their niece, directed their observation towards each with an earnest, though guarded, enquiry; and they soon drew from those enquiries the full conviction that one of them at least knew what it was to love. Of the lady's sensations they remained a little in doubt; but that the gentleman was overflowing with admiration was evident enough.
Elizabeth, on her side, had much to do. She wanted to ascertain the feelings of each of her visitors, she wanted to compose her own, and to make herself agreeable to all; and in the latter object, where she feared most to fail, she was most sure of success, for those to whom she endeavoured to give pleasure were prepossessed in her favour. Bingley was ready, Georgiana was eager, and Darcy determined to be pleased.

Emile Munier paintings

Emile Munier paintings
Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
always very short. Those to her mother contained little else, than that they were just returned from the library, where such and such officers had attended them, and where she had seen such beautiful ornaments as made her quite wild; that she had a new gown, or a new parasol, which she would have described more fully, but was obliged to leave off in a violent hurry, as Mrs. Forster called her, and they were going to the camp; -- and from her correspondence with her sister, there was still less to be learnt -- for her letters to Kitty, though rather longer, were much too fulELIZABETH, as they drove along, watched for the first appearance of Pemberley Woods with some perturbation; and when at length they turned in at the lodge, her spirits were in a high flutter.
The park was very large, and contained great variety of ground. They entered it in one of its lowest points, and drove for some time through a beautiful wood, stretching over a wide extent.
Elizabeth's mind was too full for conversation, but she saw and admired every remarkable spot and point of view. They gradually ascended l of lines under the words to be made public.

Aubrey Beardsley paintings

Aubrey Beardsley paintings
Andrea del Sarto paintings
Words were insufficient for the elevation of his feelings; and he was obliged to walk about the room, while Elizabeth tried to unite civility and truth in a few short sentences.
``You may, in fact, carry a very favourable report of us into Hertfordshire, my dear cousin. I flatter myself, at least, that you will be able to do so. Lady Catherine's great attentions to Mrs. Collins you have been a daily witness of; and altogether I trust it does not appear that your friend has drawn an unfortunate -- ; but on this point it will be as well to be silent. Only let me assure you, my dear Miss Elizabeth, that I can from my heart most cordially wish you equal felicity in marriage. My dear Charlotte and I have but one mind and one way of thinking. There is in every thing a most remarkable resemblance of character and ideas between us. We seem to have been designed for each other.''
Elizabeth could safely say that it was a great happiness where that was the case, and with equal sincerity could add that she firmly believed and

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres paintings

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres paintings
John William Godward paintings
card table in the evening, every such entertainment was the counterpart of the first. Their other engagements were few; as the style of living of the neighbourhood in general was beyond the Collinses' reach. This, however, was no evil to Elizabeth, and upon the whole she spent her time comfortably enough; there were half hours of pleasant conversation with Charlotte, and the weather was so fine for the time of year, that she had often great enjoyment out of doors. Her favourite walk, and where she frequently went while the others were calling on Lady Catherine, was along the open grove which edged that side of the park, where there was a nice sheltered path, which no one seemed to value but herself, and where she felt beyond the reach of Lady Catherine's curiosity.
In this quiet way, the first fortnight of her visit soon passed away. Easter was approaching, and the week preceding it was to bring an addition to the family at Rosings, which in so small a circle must be important. Elizabeth had heard, soon after her arrival, that Mr. Darcy was expected there in the course of a few weeks, and though there were not many of her acquaintance whom she did not prefer, his coming would furnish one comparatively new to look at in their Rosings parties, and she might be amused in seeing how hopeless Miss Bingley's designs on him were,

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting
Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting
hopes that a mistress for it might be found at Longbourn, produced from her, amid very complaisant smiles and general encouragement, a caution against the very Jane he had fixed on. -- ``As to her younger daughters she could not take upon her to say -- she could not positively answer -- but she did not know of any prepossession; -- her eldest daughter, she must just mention -- she felt it incumbent on her to hint, was likely to be very soon engaged.''
Mr. Collins had only to change from Jane to Elizabeth -- and it was soon done -- done while Mrs. Bennet was stirring the fire. Elizabeth, equally next to Jane in birth and beauty, succeeded her of course.
Mrs. Bennet treasured up the hint, and trusted that she might soon have two daughters married; and the man whom she could not bear to speak of the day before was now high in her good graces.

William Etty William Etty painting

William Etty William Etty painting
Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
Had she found Jane in any apparent danger, Mrs. Bennet would have been very miserable; but being satisfied on seeing her, that her illness was not alarming, she had no wish of her recovering immediately, as her restoration to health would probably remove her from Netherfield. She would not listen therefore to her daughter's proposal of being carried home; neither did the apothecary, who arrived about the same time, think it at all advisable. After sitting a little while with Jane, on Miss Bingley's appearance and invitation the mother and three daughters all attended her into the breakfast parlour. Bingley met them with hopes that Mrs. Bennet had not found Miss Bennet worse than she expected.
``Indeed I have, Sir,'' was her answer. ``She is a great deal too ill to be moved. Mr. Jones says we must not think of moving her. We must trespass a little longer on your kindness.''
``Removed!'' cried Bingley. ``It must not be thought of. My sister, I am sure, will not hear of her removal.

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painting in oil
to be above his company, and above being pleased; and not all his large estate in Derbyshire could then save him from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and being unworthy to be compared with his friend.
Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between him and his friend! Mr. Darcy danced only once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment by his having slighted one of her daughters.

John William Godward Under the Blossom that Hangs on the Bough painting

John William Godward Under the Blossom that Hangs on the Bough painting
John William Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting
When simpleness and duty tender it.Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
[Exit PHILOSTRATE]
HIPPOLYTA
I love not to see wretchedness o'er chargedAnd duty in his service perishing.
THESEUS
Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
HIPPOLYTA
He says they can do nothing in this kind.
THESEUS
The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:And what poor duty cannot do, noble respectTakes it in might, not merit.Where I have come, great clerks have purposedTo greet me with premeditated welcomes;Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,Make periods in the midst of sentences,Throttle their practised accent in their fearsAnd in conclusion dumbly have broke off,Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;And in the modesty of fearful dutyI read as much as from the rattling tongueOf saucy and audacious eloquence.Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicityIn least speak most, to my capacity.

Morisot Boats on the Seine painting

Morisot Boats on the Seine painting
abstract 91152 painting
"If you wish to preserve your incognito," said Holmes, smiling, "I would suggest that you cease to write your name upon the lining of your hat, or else that you turn the crown towards the person whom you are addressing. I was about to say that my friend and I have listened to a good many strange secrets in this room, and that we have had the good fortune to bring peace to many troubled souls. I trust that we may do as much for you. Might I beg you, as time may prove to be of importance, to furnish me with the facts of your case without further delay?"
Our visitor again passed his hand over his forehead, as if he found it bitterly hard. From every gesture and expression I could see that he was a reserved, self-contained man, with a dash of pride in his nature, more likely to hide his wounds than to expose them. Then suddenly, with a fierce gesture of his closed hand, like one who throws reserve to the winds, he began:
"The facts are these, Mr. Holmes," said he. "I am a married man and have been so for three years. During that time my wife and I have loved each other as fondly and lived as happily

Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting

Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting
Gogh Irises painting
"Not that only. I want your opinion as a judicious man -- as a man of the world. I want to know what I ought to do next. I hope to God you'll be able to tell me."
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He spoke in little, sharp, jerky outbursts, and it seemed to me that to speak at all was very painful to him, and that his will all through was overriding his inclinations.
"It's a very delicate thing," said he. One does not like to speak of one's domestic affairs to strangers. It seems dreadful to discuss the conduct of one's wife with two men whom I have never seen before. It's horrible to have to do it. But I've got to the end of my tether, and I must have advice."
"My dear Mr. Grant Munro -- " began Holmes.
Our visitor sprang from his chair. "What!" he cried, you know my name?

Robinson From the Hill Giverny painting

Robinson From the Hill Giverny painting
Cole The Hunter's Return painting And I, delivering you, am satisfiedAnd therein do account myself well paid:My mind was never yet more mercenary.I pray you, know me when we meet again:I wish you well, and so I take my leave.
BASSANIO
Dear sir, of force I must attempt you further:Take some remembrance of us, as a tribute,Not as a fee: grant me two things, I pray you,Not to deny me, and to pardon me.
PORTIA
You press me far, and therefore I will yield.
[To ANTONIO]
Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake;
[To BASSANIO]
And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you:Do not draw back your hand; I'll take no more;And you in love shall not deny me this.
BASSANIO
This ring, good sir, alas, it is a trifle!I will not shame myself to give you this.
PORTIA
I will have nothing else but only this;And now methinks I have a mind to it.
BASSANIO
There's more depends on this than on the value.The dearest ring in Venice will I give you,And find it out by proclamation:Only for this, I pray you, pardon me.
PORTIA

Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting

Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
Manet Two Roses On A Tablecloth painting
Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase painting
Chase Chase Summertime painting
Cannot contain their urine: for affection,Mistress of passion, sways it to the moodOf what it likes or loathes. Now, for your answer:As there is no firm reason to be render'd,Why he cannot abide a gaping pig;Why he, a harmless necessary cat;Why he, a woollen bagpipe; but of forceMust yield to such inevitable shameAs to offend, himself being offended;So can I give no reason, nor I will not,More than a lodged hate and a certain loathingI bear Antonio, that I follow thusA losing suit against him. Are you answer'd?
BASSANIO
This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,To excuse the current of thy cruelty.
SHYLOCK
I am not bound to please thee with my answers.
BASSANIO
Do all men kill the things they do not love?
SHYLOCK
Hates any man the thing he would not kill?

Emile Munier paintings

Emile Munier paintings
Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
Fabian Perez paintings
Francois Boucher paintings
Happy in this, she is not yet so oldBut she may learn; happier than this,She is not bred so dull but she can learn;Happiest of all is that her gentle spiritCommits itself to yours to be directed,As from her lord, her governor, her king.Myself and what is mine to you and yoursIs now converted: but now I was the lordOf this fair mansion, master of my servants,Queen o'er myself: and even now, but now,This house, these servants and this same myselfAre yours, my lord: I give them with this ring;Which when you part from, lose, or give away,Let it presage the ruin of your loveAnd be my vantage to exclaim on you.
BASSANIO
Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins;And there is such confusion in my powers,As after some oration fairly spokeBy a beloved prince, there doth appearAmong the buzzing pleased multitude;Where every something, being blent together,Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,Express'd and not express'd. But when this ringParts from this finger, then parts life from hence:O, then be bold to say Bassanio's dead!

Cheri Blum paintings

Cheri Blum paintings
Camille Pissarro paintings
Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
Caravaggio paintings
Let me chooseFor as I am, I live upon the rack.
PORTIA
Upon the rack, Bassanio! then confessWhat treason there is mingled with your love.
BASSANIO
None but that ugly treason of mistrust,Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love:There may as well be amity and life'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
PORTIA
Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack,Where men enforced do speak anything.
BASSANIO
Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
PORTIA
Well then, confess and live.
BASSANIO
'Confess' and 'love'Had been the very sum of my confession:O happy torment, when my torturerDoth teach me answers for deliverance!But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
PORTIA
Away, then! I am lock'd in one of them:If you do love me, you will find me out.Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof.Let music sound while he doth make his choice;Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,

Louis Aston Knight paintings

Louis Aston Knight paintings
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Leon-Augustin L'hermitte paintings
Lady Laura Teresa Alma-Tadema paintings
The first, of gold, who this inscription bears,'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire;'The second, silver, which this promise carries,'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves;'This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt,'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'How shall I know if I do choose the right?
PORTIA
The one of them contains my picture, prince:If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
MOROCCO
Some god direct my judgment! Let me see;I will survey the inscriptions back again.What says this leaden casket?'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'Must give: for what? for lead? hazard for lead?This casket threatens. Men that hazard allDo it in hope of fair advantages:A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.What says the silver with her virgin hue?'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'As much as he deserves! Pause there, Morocco,And weigh thy value with an even hand:If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enoughMay not extend so far as to the lady:And yet to be afeard of my deserving

Perez the face of tango ii painting

Perez the face of tango ii painting
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LEONARDO
My best endeavours shall be done herein.
[Enter GRATIANO]
GRATIANO
Where is your master?
LEONARDO
Yonder, sir, he walks.
[Exit]
GRATIANO
Signior Bassanio!
BASSANIO
Gratiano!
GRATIANO
I have a suit to you.
BASSANIO
You have obtain'd it.
GRATIANO
You must not deny me: I must go with you to Belmont.
BASSANIO
Why then you must. But hear thee, Gratiano;Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice;Parts that become thee happily enoughAnd in such eyes as ours appear not faults;But where thou art not known, why, there they showSomething too liberal. Pray thee, take painTo allay with some cold drops of modestyThy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behaviorI be misconstrued in the place I go to,And lose my hopes.
GRATIANO
Signior Bassanio, hear me:If I do not put on a sober habit,Talk with respect and swear but now and then,Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely,Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyesThus with my hat, and sigh and say 'amen,'Use all the observance of civility,Like one well studied in a sad ostentTo please his grandam, never trust me more.
BASSANIO
Well, we shall see your bearing.
GRATIANO
Nay, but I bar to-night: you shall not gauge meBy what we do to-night.

Fabian Perez paintings

Fabian Perez paintings
Francois Boucher paintings
Frank Dicksee paintings
Ford Madox Brown paintings
When everything was secured and the lights put out, they left through the front door, Arobin locking it and taking the key, which he carried for Edna. He helped her down the steps.
"Will you have a spray of jessamine?" he asked, breaking off a few blossoms as he passed.
"No; I don't want anything."
She seemed disheartened, and had nothing to say. She took his arm, which he offered her, holding up the weight of her satin train with the other hand. She looked down, noticing the black line of his leg moving in and out so close to her against the yellow shimmer of her gown. There was the whistle of a railway train somewhere in the distance, and the midnight bells were ringing. They met no one in their short walk.
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The "pigeon house" stood behind a locked gate, and a shallow parterrethat had been somewhat neglected. There was a small front porch, upon which a long window and the front door opened. The door opened directly into the parlor; there was no side entry. Back in the yard was a room for servants, in which old Celestine had been ensconced.

Albert Bierstadt paintings

Albert Bierstadt paintings
Andreas Achenbach paintings
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the roof of the side aisle, he could see the narrow cell with its little window and its little door, lying close under one of the great buttresses, like a bird’s nest under a bough, the poor creature’s heart failed him, and he had to lean against the pillar to save himself from falling. He pictured to himself that perchance she had returned; that some good genius had brought her back; that this little nest was too quiet, too safe, to cosy for her not to be there; and he dared not venture a step nearer for fear of dispelling his illusion. “Yes,” he said to himself, “may-be she sleeps, or she is at her prayers. I will not disturb her.”
At last he summoned up courage, advanced on tip-toe, looked in, entered. Empty! The cell was still empty. Slowly the unhappy man made the tour of the little place, lifted up her pallet and looked beneath it, as if she could be hiding between it and the stone floor, shook his head, and stood staring stupidly. Suddenly he furiously stamped out his torch, and without uttering a word or breathing a sigh, he hurled himself with all his strength head-foremost against the wall and fell senseless to the ground.

Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings

Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
Allan R.Banks paintings
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
over, did he go through the church, from end to end, from top to bottom; ascending, descending, running here, calling there, peering, searching, thrusting his head into every hole, holding up a torch under every vault, desperate, frenzied, moaning like a beast that has lost his mate.
At length, when he had made himself sure—quite, quite sure—that she was gone, that it had come to the worst, that they had stolen her from him, he slowly reascended the lower stairs—those stairs which he had mounted so nimbly and triumphantly on the day he had saved her. He now went over the same ground with dejectedly drooping head, voiceless, tearless, with bated breath. The church was once more solitary and silent. The archers had quitted it to pursue their search for the sorceress in the city. Quasimodo, left alone now in the vast Cathedral, so thronged and tumultuous but a moment before, made his way to the cell where the gipsy girl had slept for so many weeks under his watchful protection.
As he drew near it he tried to delude himself that he might find her there after all. When, on reaching the bend of the gallery that looks down on

Aubrey Beardsley paintings

Aubrey Beardsley paintings
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Anders Zorn paintings When Quasimodo saw that the cell was empty, that the gipsy girl was gone, that while he was defending her she had been carried off, he clutched his hair with both hands and stamped with surprise and grief; and then set off running, searching the Cathedral from top to bottom for his gipsy, uttering strange unearthly cries, strewing the pavement with his red hair. It was the very moment at which the King’s archers forced their victorious way into Notre-Dame, likewise on the hunt for the gipsy. Poor deaf Quasimodo, never suspecting their sinister intentions (he took the truands to be the enemies of the gipsy girl), did his utmost to assist them. It was he who led Tristan l’Hermite into every possible nook and cranny, opened secret doors, double bottoms of altars, hidden sacristies. Had the unhappy girl still been there, it would have been Quasimodo himself who betrayed her into the hands of the soldiers.
When Tristan, who was not easily discouraged, gave up the search as hopeless, Quasimodo continued it alone. Twenty times, a hundred times

Rossetti A Vision of Fiammetta painting

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Rossetti A Vision of Fiammetta painting
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There was also but one entrance, a door of the contemporary style under a flattened arch, furnished inside with a tapestry hanging, and outside with one of those porches of Irish wood—delicate structures of elaborately wrought cabinet-work which still abounded in old mansions a hundred and fifty years ago. “Although they disfigure and encumber the places,” says Sauval in desperation, “our old people will not have them removed, but keep them in spite of everybody.”
Not a single article of the ordinary furniture of a room was to be seen here—neither benches, nor trestles, nor forms; neither common box-stools, nor handsome ones supported by pillars and carved feet at four sols apiece. There was one folding arm-chair only, a very magnificent one, its frame painted with roses on a crimson ground, and the seat of crimson Cordova leather with a quantity of gold-headed nails. The solitary state of this chair testified to the fact that one person alone was entitled to be seated in the room. Beside the chair and close under the window was a table covered by a cloth wrought with figures of birds. On the table was a much-used inkstand, a few sheets of parchment, some pens, and a goblet of chased silver; farther off, a charcoal brasier and a prie-dieu covered with crimson velvet and ornamented with gold bosses. Finally, at the other end of the room, an unpretentious bed of red and yellow damask with no decoration of any sort but a plain fringe

Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting

Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting
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pieces bearing the effigies of twelve great beasts and thirteen great prophets, and his bed, eleven feet by twelve, were little to his taste. He felt lost amid all these grandeurs. The good homely King preferred the Bastille, with a chamber and bed of more modest proportions; besides, the Bastille was stronger than the Louvre.
This chambrette which the King reserved for his own use in the famous prison was spacious enough, nevertheless, and occupied the uppermost storey of a turret forming part of the donjon-keep. It was a circular apartment hung with matting of shining straw, the rafters of the ceiling being decorated with raised fleurs de lis in gilt metal interspaced with colour, and wainscotted with rich carvings sprinkled with metal rosettes and painted a beautiful vivid green made of a mixture of orpiment and fine indigo.
There was but one window, a long pointed one, latticed by iron bars and iron wire, and still further darkened with fine glass painted with the arms of the King and Queen, each pane of which had cost twenty-two sols.

Heade A Magnolia on Red Velvet painting

Heade A Magnolia on Red Velvet painting
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Vernet The Lion Hunt painting
Godward Under the Blossom that Hangs on the Bough painting
The reader perhaps remembers that Quasimodo, a moment before catching sight of the nocturnal band of truands and scrutinizing Paris from the height of his steeple, saw but a single remaining light twinkling at a window in the topmost storey of a grim and lofty building beside the Porte Saint-Antoine. The building was the Bastille, the twinkling light was the taper of Louis XI.
The King had, in fact, been in Paris these two days past, and was to set out again the next day but one for his citadel of Montilz-les-Tours. He made but rare and short visits to his good city of Paris, not feeling himself sufficiently surrounded there by pitfalls, gibbets, and Scottish archers.
That day he had come to sleep at the Bastille. The great chamber, five toises square, which he had at the Louvre, with its splendid chimney-

The Abduction of Psyche

The Abduction of Psyche
One of the most famous works by William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

Bouguereau was born in La Rochelle, France on November 30, 1825, into a family of wine and olive oil merchants. He seemed destined to join the family business but for the intervention of his uncle Eugène, a curate, who taught him classical and biblical subjects, and arranged for Bouguereau to go to high school. Bouguereau showed artistic talent early on and his father was convinced by a client to send him to the École des Beaux-Arts in Bordeaux, where he won first prize in figure painting for a depiction of Saint Roch. To earn extra money, he designed labels for jams and preserves. Click here to see the original works of The Abduction of Psyche