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This said, we may now go on again--beginning, of course, with the bottle of sweet-smelling ink which I found on the gravel walk at night.
On the next morning (the morning of the twenty-sixth) I showed Mr. Franklin this article of jugglery, and told him what I have already told you. His opinion was, not only that the Indians had been lurking about after the Diamond, but also that they were actually foolish enough to believe in their own magic--meaning thereby the making of signs on a boy's head, and the pouring of ink into a boy's hand, and then expecting him to see persons and things beyond the reach of human vision. In our country, as well as in the East, Mr. Franklin informed me, there are people who practise this curious hocus-pocus (without the ink, however); and who call it by a French name, signifying something like brightness of sight. `Depend upon it,' says Mr. Franklin, `the Indians took it for granted that we should keep the Diamond here; and they brought their clairvoyant boy to show them the way to it, if they succeeded in getting into the house last night.'
`Do you think they'll try again, sir?' I asked.
Monday, June 30, 2008
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resented my merriment, in rather a strange way. `I never knew you cruel before, father,' she said, very gently, and went out.
My girl's words fell upon me like a splash of cold water. I was savage with myself, for feeling uneasy in myself the moment she had spoken them--but so it was. We will change the subject, if you please. I am sorry I drifted into writing about it; and not without reason, as you will see when we have gone on together a little longer.HERE, for one moment, I find it necessary to call a halt.
On summoning up my own recollections--and on getting Penelope to help me, by consulting her journal-- I find that we may pass pretty rapidly over the interval between Mr. Franklin Blake's arrival and Miss Rachel's birthday. For the greater part of that time the days passed, and brought nothing with them worth recording. With your good leave, then, and with Penelope's help, I shall notice certain dates only in this place; reserving to myself to tell the story day by day, once more, as soon as we get to the time when the business of the Moonstone became the chief business of everybody in our house.
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resented my merriment, in rather a strange way. `I never knew you cruel before, father,' she said, very gently, and went out.
My girl's words fell upon me like a splash of cold water. I was savage with myself, for feeling uneasy in myself the moment she had spoken them--but so it was. We will change the subject, if you please. I am sorry I drifted into writing about it; and not without reason, as you will see when we have gone on together a little longer.HERE, for one moment, I find it necessary to call a halt.
On summoning up my own recollections--and on getting Penelope to help me, by consulting her journal-- I find that we may pass pretty rapidly over the interval between Mr. Franklin Blake's arrival and Miss Rachel's birthday. For the greater part of that time the days passed, and brought nothing with them worth recording. With your good leave, then, and with Penelope's help, I shall notice certain dates only in this place; reserving to myself to tell the story day by day, once more, as soon as we get to the time when the business of the Moonstone became the chief business of everybody in our house.
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Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
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inside her workbox. She had been surprised again, crying and looking at her deformed shoulder in the glass. Had she and Mr. Franklin known anything of each other before to-day? Quite impossible! Had they heard anything of each other? Impossible again! I could speak to Mr. Franklin's astonishment as genuine, when he saw how the girl stared at him. Penelope could speak to the girl's inquisitiveness as genuine, when she asked questions about Mr. Franklin. The conference between us, conducted in this way, was tiresome enough, until my daughter suddenly ended it by bursting out with what I thought the most monstrous supposition I had ever heard in my life.
`Father!' says Penelope, quite seriously, `there's only one explanation of it. Rosanna has fallen in love with Mr. Franklin Blake at first sight!'
You have heard of beautiful young ladies falling in love at first sight, and have thought it natural enough. But a housemaid out of a reformatory, with a plain face and a deformed shoulder, falling in love, at first sight, with a gentleman who comes on a visit to her mistress's house, match me that, in the way of an absurdity, out of any story-book in Christendom, if you can! I laughed till the tears rolled down my cheeks. Penelope
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inside her workbox. She had been surprised again, crying and looking at her deformed shoulder in the glass. Had she and Mr. Franklin known anything of each other before to-day? Quite impossible! Had they heard anything of each other? Impossible again! I could speak to Mr. Franklin's astonishment as genuine, when he saw how the girl stared at him. Penelope could speak to the girl's inquisitiveness as genuine, when she asked questions about Mr. Franklin. The conference between us, conducted in this way, was tiresome enough, until my daughter suddenly ended it by bursting out with what I thought the most monstrous supposition I had ever heard in my life.
`Father!' says Penelope, quite seriously, `there's only one explanation of it. Rosanna has fallen in love with Mr. Franklin Blake at first sight!'
You have heard of beautiful young ladies falling in love at first sight, and have thought it natural enough. But a housemaid out of a reformatory, with a plain face and a deformed shoulder, falling in love, at first sight, with a gentleman who comes on a visit to her mistress's house, match me that, in the way of an absurdity, out of any story-book in Christendom, if you can! I laughed till the tears rolled down my cheeks. Penelope
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Brooke painting
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Brooke painting
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge painting
about my nose ever since I heard that compliment about it long ago. It really is a great comfort to me. Oh, Diana, look, there's a rabbit. That's something to remember for our woods composition. I really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer. They're so white and still, as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams."
"I won't mind writing that composition when its time comes," sighed Diana. "I can manage to write about the woods, but the one we're to hand in Monday is terrible. The idea of Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads!"
"Why, it's as easy as wink," said Anne.
"It's easy for you because you have an imagination," retorted Diana, "but what would you do if you had been born without one? I suppose you have your composition all done?"
Anne nodded, trying hard not to look virtuously complacent and failing miserably.
"I wrote it last Monday evening. It's called `The Jealous Rival; or In Death Not Divided.' I read it to Marilla and
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge painting
about my nose ever since I heard that compliment about it long ago. It really is a great comfort to me. Oh, Diana, look, there's a rabbit. That's something to remember for our woods composition. I really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer. They're so white and still, as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams."
"I won't mind writing that composition when its time comes," sighed Diana. "I can manage to write about the woods, but the one we're to hand in Monday is terrible. The idea of Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads!"
"Why, it's as easy as wink," said Anne.
"It's easy for you because you have an imagination," retorted Diana, "but what would you do if you had been born without one? I suppose you have your composition all done?"
Anne nodded, trying hard not to look virtuously complacent and failing miserably.
"I wrote it last Monday evening. It's called `The Jealous Rival; or In Death Not Divided.' I read it to Marilla and
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Evening painting
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Evening painting
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trying to be as much like Mrs. Allan as I possibly can, for I think she's perfect. Mr. Allan thinks so too. Mrs. Lynde says he just worships the ground she treads on and she doesn't really think it right for a minister to set his affections so much on a mortal being. But then, Diana, even ministers are human and have their besetting sins just like everybody else. I had such an interesting talk with Mrs. Allan about besetting sins last Sunday afternoon. There are just a few things it's proper to talk about on Sundays and that is one of them. My besetting sin is imagining too much and forgetting my duties. I'm striving very hard to overcome it and now that I'm really thirteen perhaps I'll get on better."
"In four more years we'll be able to put our hair up," said Diana. "Alice Bell is only sixteen and she is wearing hers up, but I think that's ridiculous. I shall wait until I'm seventeen."
"If I had Alice Bell's crooked nose," said Anne decidedly, "I wouldn't--but there! I won't say what I was going to because it was extremely uncharitable. Besides, I was comparing it with my own nose and that's vanity. I'm afraid
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trying to be as much like Mrs. Allan as I possibly can, for I think she's perfect. Mr. Allan thinks so too. Mrs. Lynde says he just worships the ground she treads on and she doesn't really think it right for a minister to set his affections so much on a mortal being. But then, Diana, even ministers are human and have their besetting sins just like everybody else. I had such an interesting talk with Mrs. Allan about besetting sins last Sunday afternoon. There are just a few things it's proper to talk about on Sundays and that is one of them. My besetting sin is imagining too much and forgetting my duties. I'm striving very hard to overcome it and now that I'm really thirteen perhaps I'll get on better."
"In four more years we'll be able to put our hair up," said Diana. "Alice Bell is only sixteen and she is wearing hers up, but I think that's ridiculous. I shall wait until I'm seventeen."
"If I had Alice Bell's crooked nose," said Anne decidedly, "I wouldn't--but there! I won't say what I was going to because it was extremely uncharitable. Besides, I was comparing it with my own nose and that's vanity. I'm afraid
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Thomas Kinkade deer creek cottage I painting
Thomas Kinkade cottage by the sea painting
Just think, Diana, I'm thirteen years old today," remarked Anne in an awed voice. "I can scarcely realize that I'm in my teens. When I woke this morning it seemed to me that everything must be different. You've been thirteen for a month, so I suppose it doesn't seem such a novelty to you as it does to me. It makes life seem so much more interesting. In two more years I'll be really grown up. It's a great comfort to think that I'll be able to use big words then without being laughed at."
"Ruby Gillis says she means to have a beau as soon as she's fifteen," said Diana.
"Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but beaus," said Anne disdainfully. "She's actually delighted when anyone writes her name up in a take-notice for all she pretends to be so mad. But I'm afraid that is an uncharitable speech. Mrs. Allan says we should never make uncharitable speeches; but they do slip out so often before you think, don't they? I simply can't talk about Josie Pye without making an uncharitable speech, so I never mention her at all. You may have noticed that. I'm
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Just think, Diana, I'm thirteen years old today," remarked Anne in an awed voice. "I can scarcely realize that I'm in my teens. When I woke this morning it seemed to me that everything must be different. You've been thirteen for a month, so I suppose it doesn't seem such a novelty to you as it does to me. It makes life seem so much more interesting. In two more years I'll be really grown up. It's a great comfort to think that I'll be able to use big words then without being laughed at."
"Ruby Gillis says she means to have a beau as soon as she's fifteen," said Diana.
"Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but beaus," said Anne disdainfully. "She's actually delighted when anyone writes her name up in a take-notice for all she pretends to be so mad. But I'm afraid that is an uncharitable speech. Mrs. Allan says we should never make uncharitable speeches; but they do slip out so often before you think, don't they? I simply can't talk about Josie Pye without making an uncharitable speech, so I never mention her at all. You may have noticed that. I'm
Friday, June 27, 2008
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Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting
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sister with her beau; and everybody missed Anne so and wished she's come to school again; and Gilbert Blythe--
But Anne didn't want to hear about Gilbert Blythe. She jumped up hurriedly and said suppose they go in and have some raspberry cordial.
Anne looked on the second shelf of the room pantry but there was no bottle of raspberry cordial there . Search revealed it away back on the top shelf. Anne put it on a tray and set it on the table with a tumbler.
"Now, please help yourself, Diana," she said politely. "I don't believe I'll have any just now. I don't feel as if I wanted any after all those apples."
Diana poured herself out a tumblerful, looked at its bright-red hue admiringly, and then sipped it daintily.
"That's awfully nice raspberry cordial, Anne," she said. "I didn't know raspberry cordial was so nice."
"I'm real glad you like it. Take as much as you want. I'm going to run out and stir the fire up. There are so many
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sister with her beau; and everybody missed Anne so and wished she's come to school again; and Gilbert Blythe--
But Anne didn't want to hear about Gilbert Blythe. She jumped up hurriedly and said suppose they go in and have some raspberry cordial.
Anne looked on the second shelf of the room pantry but there was no bottle of raspberry cordial there . Search revealed it away back on the top shelf. Anne put it on a tray and set it on the table with a tumbler.
"Now, please help yourself, Diana," she said politely. "I don't believe I'll have any just now. I don't feel as if I wanted any after all those apples."
Diana poured herself out a tumblerful, looked at its bright-red hue admiringly, and then sipped it daintily.
"That's awfully nice raspberry cordial, Anne," she said. "I didn't know raspberry cordial was so nice."
"I'm real glad you like it. Take as much as you want. I'm going to run out and stir the fire up. There are so many
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Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting
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responsibilities on a person's mind when they're keeping house, isn't there?"
When Anne came back from the kitchen Diana was drinking her second glassful of cordial; and, being entreated thereto by Anne, she offered no particular objection to the drinking of a third. The tumblerfuls were generous ones and the raspberry cordial was certainly very nice.
"The nicest I ever drank," said Diana. "It's ever so much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's, although she brags of hers so much. It doesn't taste a bit like hers."
"I should think Marilla's raspberry cordial would prob'ly be much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's," said Anne loyally. "Marilla is a famous cook. She is trying to teach me to cook but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work. There's so little scope for imagination in cookery. You just have to go by rules. The last time I made a cake I forgot to put the flour in. I was thinking the loveliest story about you and me, Diana. I thought you were desperately ill with smallpox and everybody
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responsibilities on a person's mind when they're keeping house, isn't there?"
When Anne came back from the kitchen Diana was drinking her second glassful of cordial; and, being entreated thereto by Anne, she offered no particular objection to the drinking of a third. The tumblerfuls were generous ones and the raspberry cordial was certainly very nice.
"The nicest I ever drank," said Diana. "It's ever so much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's, although she brags of hers so much. It doesn't taste a bit like hers."
"I should think Marilla's raspberry cordial would prob'ly be much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's," said Anne loyally. "Marilla is a famous cook. She is trying to teach me to cook but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work. There's so little scope for imagination in cookery. You just have to go by rules. The last time I made a cake I forgot to put the flour in. I was thinking the loveliest story about you and me, Diana. I thought you were desperately ill with smallpox and everybody
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Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
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Matthew said he couldn't tell where the join came in."
"Matthew would think it all right, Anne, if you took a notion to get up and have dinner in the middle of the night. But you keep your wits about you this time. And--I don't really know if I'm doing right--it may make you more addlepated than ever--but you can ask Diana to come over and spend the afternoon with you and have tea here."
"Oh, Marilla!" Anne clasped her hands. "How perfectly lovely! You are able to imagine things after all or else you'd never have understood how I've longed for that very thing. It will seem so nice and grown-uppish. No fear of my forgetting to put the tea to draw when I have company. Oh, Marilla, can I use the rosebud spray tea set?"
"No, indeed! The rosebud tea set! Well, what next? You know I never use that except for the minister or the Aids. You'll put down the old brown tea set. But you can open the little yellow crock of cherry preserves. It's time it was being used anyhow--I believe it's beginning to work. And you can cut some fruit cake and have some of the cookies and snaps."
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Matthew said he couldn't tell where the join came in."
"Matthew would think it all right, Anne, if you took a notion to get up and have dinner in the middle of the night. But you keep your wits about you this time. And--I don't really know if I'm doing right--it may make you more addlepated than ever--but you can ask Diana to come over and spend the afternoon with you and have tea here."
"Oh, Marilla!" Anne clasped her hands. "How perfectly lovely! You are able to imagine things after all or else you'd never have understood how I've longed for that very thing. It will seem so nice and grown-uppish. No fear of my forgetting to put the tea to draw when I have company. Oh, Marilla, can I use the rosebud spray tea set?"
"No, indeed! The rosebud tea set! Well, what next? You know I never use that except for the minister or the Aids. You'll put down the old brown tea set. But you can open the little yellow crock of cherry preserves. It's time it was being used anyhow--I believe it's beginning to work. And you can cut some fruit cake and have some of the cookies and snaps."
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing!
"What on earth put such a notion into your head?" she demanded disapprovingly.
This had been done without here advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved.
"Well, we've been thinking about it for some time--all winter in fact," returned Marilla. "Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopeton in the spring. Her cousin lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. So Matthew and I have talked it over off and on ever since. We thought we'd get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know--he's sixty-- and he isn't so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And you know how desperate hard it's got to be to get hired help. There's never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke
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Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing!
"What on earth put such a notion into your head?" she demanded disapprovingly.
This had been done without here advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved.
"Well, we've been thinking about it for some time--all winter in fact," returned Marilla. "Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopeton in the spring. Her cousin lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. So Matthew and I have talked it over off and on ever since. We thought we'd get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know--he's sixty-- and he isn't so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And you know how desperate hard it's got to be to get hired help. There's never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings
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Oh, no, I'm quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday," she said. "Matthew went to Bright River. We're getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia and he's coming on the train tonight."
If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb for five seconds. It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it.
"Are you in earnest, Marilla?" she demanded when voice returned to her.
"Yes, of course," said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation.
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Oh, no, I'm quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday," she said. "Matthew went to Bright River. We're getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia and he's coming on the train tonight."
If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb for five seconds. It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it.
"Are you in earnest, Marilla?" she demanded when voice returned to her.
"Yes, of course," said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation.
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Eric Wallis paintings
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Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it. She looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience, which she was; but there was a saving something about her mouth which, if it had been ever so slightly developed, might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor.
"We're all pretty well," said Mrs. Rachel. "I was kind of afraid you weren't, though, when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor's."
Marilla's lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor's curiosity.
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Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it. She looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience, which she was; but there was a saving something about her mouth which, if it had been ever so slightly developed, might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor.
"We're all pretty well," said Mrs. Rachel. "I was kind of afraid you weren't, though, when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor's."
Marilla's lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor's curiosity.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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warrior, he had one request to make of him. In a forest of his country lived two giants who caused great mischief with their robbing, murdering, ravaging, and burning, and no one could approach them without putting himself in danger of death. If the tailor conquered and killed these two giants, he would give him his only daughter to wife, and half of his kingdom as a dowry, likewise one hundred horsemen should go with him to assist him.
"That would indeed be a fine thing for a man like me," thought the little tailor. "One is not offered a beautiful princess and half a kingdom every day of one's life."
"Oh, yes," he replied, "I will soon subdue the giants, and do not require the help of the hundred horsemen to do it; he who can hit seven with one blow has no need to be afraid of two."
warrior, he had one request to make of him. In a forest of his country lived two giants who caused great mischief with their robbing, murdering, ravaging, and burning, and no one could approach them without putting himself in danger of death. If the tailor conquered and killed these two giants, he would give him his only daughter to wife, and half of his kingdom as a dowry, likewise one hundred horsemen should go with him to assist him.
"That would indeed be a fine thing for a man like me," thought the little tailor. "One is not offered a beautiful princess and half a kingdom every day of one's life."
"Oh, yes," he replied, "I will soon subdue the giants, and do not require the help of the hundred horsemen to do it; he who can hit seven with one blow has no need to be afraid of two."
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Decorative painting
What is to be the end of this?" they said among themselves. "If we quarrel with him, and he strikes about him, seven of us will fall at every blow, not one of us can stand against him." They came therefore to a decision, betook themselves in a body to the king, and begged for their dismissal. "We are not prepared," said they, "to stay with a man who kills seven at one stroke."
The king was sorry that for the sake of one he should lose all his faithful servants, wished that he had never set eyes on the tailor, and would willingly have been rid of him again. But he did not venture to give him his dismissal, for he dreaded lest he should strike him and all his people dead, and place himself on the royal throne. He thought about it for a long time, and at last found good counsel. He sent to the little tailor and caused him to be informed that as he was such a great
What is to be the end of this?" they said among themselves. "If we quarrel with him, and he strikes about him, seven of us will fall at every blow, not one of us can stand against him." They came therefore to a decision, betook themselves in a body to the king, and begged for their dismissal. "We are not prepared," said they, "to stay with a man who kills seven at one stroke."
The king was sorry that for the sake of one he should lose all his faithful servants, wished that he had never set eyes on the tailor, and would willingly have been rid of him again. But he did not venture to give him his dismissal, for he dreaded lest he should strike him and all his people dead, and place himself on the royal throne. He thought about it for a long time, and at last found good counsel. He sent to the little tailor and caused him to be informed that as he was such a great
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Famous painting
"Ah," said they, "what does the great warrior here in the midst of peace? He must be a mighty lord."
They went and announced him to the king, and gave it as their opinion that if war should break out, this would be a weighty and useful man who ought on no account to be allowed to depart. The counsel pleased the king, and he sent one of his courtiers to the little tailor to offer him military service when he awoke. The ambassador remained standing by the sleeper, waited until he stretched his limbs and opened his eyes, and then conveyed to him this proposal.
"For this reason have I come here," the tailor replied, "I am ready to enter the king's service." He was therefore honorably received and a special dwelling was assigned him.
The soldiers, however, were set against the little tailor, and wished him a thousand miles away.
"Ah," said they, "what does the great warrior here in the midst of peace? He must be a mighty lord."
They went and announced him to the king, and gave it as their opinion that if war should break out, this would be a weighty and useful man who ought on no account to be allowed to depart. The counsel pleased the king, and he sent one of his courtiers to the little tailor to offer him military service when he awoke. The ambassador remained standing by the sleeper, waited until he stretched his limbs and opened his eyes, and then conveyed to him this proposal.
"For this reason have I come here," the tailor replied, "I am ready to enter the king's service." He was therefore honorably received and a special dwelling was assigned him.
The soldiers, however, were set against the little tailor, and wished him a thousand miles away.
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wholesale oil painting
big for the little tailor, he did not lie down in it, but crept into a corner. When it was midnight, and the giant thought that the little tailor was lying in a sound sleep, he got up, took a great iron bar, cut through the bed with one blow, and thought he had finished off the grasshopper for good. With the earliest dawn the giants went into the forest, and had quite forgotten the little tailor, when all at once he walked up to them quite merrily and boldly. The giants were terrified, they were afraid that he would strike them all dead, and ran away in a great hurry.
The little tailor went onwards, always following his own pointed nose. After he had walked for a long time, he came to the courtyard of a royal palace, and as he felt weary, he lay down on the grass and fell asleep. Whilst he lay there, the people came and inspected him on all sides, and read on his girdle, "Seven at one stroke."
big for the little tailor, he did not lie down in it, but crept into a corner. When it was midnight, and the giant thought that the little tailor was lying in a sound sleep, he got up, took a great iron bar, cut through the bed with one blow, and thought he had finished off the grasshopper for good. With the earliest dawn the giants went into the forest, and had quite forgotten the little tailor, when all at once he walked up to them quite merrily and boldly. The giants were terrified, they were afraid that he would strike them all dead, and ran away in a great hurry.
The little tailor went onwards, always following his own pointed nose. After he had walked for a long time, he came to the courtyard of a royal palace, and as he felt weary, he lay down on the grass and fell asleep. Whilst he lay there, the people came and inspected him on all sides, and read on his girdle, "Seven at one stroke."
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China oil paintings
There is no lack of strength," answered the little tailor. "Do you think that could be anything to a man who has struck down seven at one blow? I leapt over the tree because the huntsmen are shooting down there in the thicket. Jump as I did, if you can do it."
The giant made the attempt, but could not get over the tree, and remained hanging in the branches, so that in this also the tailor kept the upper hand.
The giant said, "If you are such a valiant fellow, come with me into our cavern and spend the night with us."
The little tailor was willing, and followed him. When they went into the cave, other giants were sitting there by the fire, and each of them had a roasted sheep in his hand and was eating it. The little tailor looked round and thought, "It is much more spacious here than in my workshop."
The giant showed him a bed, and said he was to lie down in it and sleep. The bed, however, was too
There is no lack of strength," answered the little tailor. "Do you think that could be anything to a man who has struck down seven at one blow? I leapt over the tree because the huntsmen are shooting down there in the thicket. Jump as I did, if you can do it."
The giant made the attempt, but could not get over the tree, and remained hanging in the branches, so that in this also the tailor kept the upper hand.
The giant said, "If you are such a valiant fellow, come with me into our cavern and spend the night with us."
The little tailor was willing, and followed him. When they went into the cave, other giants were sitting there by the fire, and each of them had a roasted sheep in his hand and was eating it. The little tailor looked round and thought, "It is much more spacious here than in my workshop."
The giant showed him a bed, and said he was to lie down in it and sleep. The bed, however, was too
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
When I think over it properly," said he to himself, "I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be."
As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang,
I sharpen scissors and quickly grind,my coat blows out in the wind behind.
Hans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, "All's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding.
"Yes," answered the scissors-grinder, "the trade
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
When I think over it properly," said he to himself, "I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be."
As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang,
I sharpen scissors and quickly grind,my coat blows out in the wind behind.
Hans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, "All's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding.
"Yes," answered the scissors-grinder, "the trade
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
William Etty William Etty painting
Look here," he said at length, "it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole."
The good Hans was terrified. "Goodness," he said, "help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose."
"I shall risk something at that game," answered the lad, "but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble."
So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path. The good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm.
William Etty William Etty painting
Look here," he said at length, "it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole."
The good Hans was terrified. "Goodness," he said, "help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose."
"I shall risk something at that game," answered the lad, "but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble."
So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path. The good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm.
Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting
Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting
Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting
Hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast.
"Just lift her," added he, "and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth."
"Yes," said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, "she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one." Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head.
Guillaume Seignac La Libellule painting
Hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast.
"Just lift her," added he, "and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth."
"Yes," said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, "she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one." Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Gustave Courbet paintings
Gustave Courbet paintings
Guido Reni paintings
da sitze ich nun von aller Welt verlassen, und bin doch eine Königstochter, und eine falsche Kammerjungfer hat mich mit Gewalt dahingebracht, daß ich meine königlichen Kleider habe ablegen müssen, und hat meinen Platz bei meinem Bräutigam eingenommen, und ich muß als Gänsemagd gemeine Dienste tun. Wenn das meine Mutter wüßte, das Herz im Leib tät ihr zerspringen."
Der alte König stand aber außen an der Ofenröhre, lauerte ihr zu und hörte, was sie sprach. Da kam er wieder herein und hieß sie aus dem Ofen gehen. Da wurden ihr königliche Kleider angetan, und es schien ein Wunder, wie sie so schön war. Der alte König rief seinen Sohn und offenbarte ihm, daß er die falsche Braut hätte: die wäre bloß ein Kammermädchen, die wahre aber stände hier, als die gewesene Gänsemagd. Der junge König war herzensfroh, als er ihre Schönheit und Tugend erblickte, und ein großes Mahl wurde angestellt, zu dem alle Leute und guten Freunde gebeten wurden.
Obenan saß der Bräutigam, die Königstochter zur einen Seite und die Kammerjungfer zur andern, aber
Guido Reni paintings
da sitze ich nun von aller Welt verlassen, und bin doch eine Königstochter, und eine falsche Kammerjungfer hat mich mit Gewalt dahingebracht, daß ich meine königlichen Kleider habe ablegen müssen, und hat meinen Platz bei meinem Bräutigam eingenommen, und ich muß als Gänsemagd gemeine Dienste tun. Wenn das meine Mutter wüßte, das Herz im Leib tät ihr zerspringen."
Der alte König stand aber außen an der Ofenröhre, lauerte ihr zu und hörte, was sie sprach. Da kam er wieder herein und hieß sie aus dem Ofen gehen. Da wurden ihr königliche Kleider angetan, und es schien ein Wunder, wie sie so schön war. Der alte König rief seinen Sohn und offenbarte ihm, daß er die falsche Braut hätte: die wäre bloß ein Kammermädchen, die wahre aber stände hier, als die gewesene Gänsemagd. Der junge König war herzensfroh, als er ihre Schönheit und Tugend erblickte, und ein großes Mahl wurde angestellt, zu dem alle Leute und guten Freunde gebeten wurden.
Obenan saß der Bräutigam, die Königstochter zur einen Seite und die Kammerjungfer zur andern, aber
George Inness paintings
George Inness paintings
George Frederick Watts paintings
Weh, weh, Windchen,Nimm Kürdchen sein Hütchen,Und laß'n sich mit jagen,Bis ich mich geflochten und geschnatzt,Und wieder aufgesatzt."
Da kam ein Windstoß und fuhr mit Kürdchens Hut weg, daß es weit zu laufen hatte, und die Magd kämmte und flocht ihre Locken still fort, welches der alte König alles beobachtete. Darauf ging er unbemerkt zurück, und als abends die Gänsemagd heim kam, rief er sie beiseite und fragte, warum sie dem allem so täte.
"Das darf ich Euch nicht sagen, und darf auch keinem Menschen mein Leid klagen, denn so hab ich mich unter freiem Himmel verschworen, weil ich sonst um mein Leben gekommen wäre."
Er drang in sie und ließ ihr keinen Frieden, aber er konnte nichts aus ihr herausbringen. Da sprach er "wenn du mirs nicht sagen willst, so klag dem Eisenofen da dein Leid," und ging fort.
Da kroch sie in den Eisenofen, fing an zu jammern und zu weinen, schüttete ihr Herz aus und sprach
George Frederick Watts paintings
Weh, weh, Windchen,Nimm Kürdchen sein Hütchen,Und laß'n sich mit jagen,Bis ich mich geflochten und geschnatzt,Und wieder aufgesatzt."
Da kam ein Windstoß und fuhr mit Kürdchens Hut weg, daß es weit zu laufen hatte, und die Magd kämmte und flocht ihre Locken still fort, welches der alte König alles beobachtete. Darauf ging er unbemerkt zurück, und als abends die Gänsemagd heim kam, rief er sie beiseite und fragte, warum sie dem allem so täte.
"Das darf ich Euch nicht sagen, und darf auch keinem Menschen mein Leid klagen, denn so hab ich mich unter freiem Himmel verschworen, weil ich sonst um mein Leben gekommen wäre."
Er drang in sie und ließ ihr keinen Frieden, aber er konnte nichts aus ihr herausbringen. Da sprach er "wenn du mirs nicht sagen willst, so klag dem Eisenofen da dein Leid," und ging fort.
Da kroch sie in den Eisenofen, fing an zu jammern und zu weinen, schüttete ihr Herz aus und sprach
Guercino paintings
Guercino paintings
Henry Peeters paintings
Ei, das ärgert mich den ganzen Tag."
Da befahl ihm der alte König zu erzählen, wies ihm denn mit ihr ginge.
Da sagte Kürdchen "morgens, wenn wir unter dem finsteren Tor mit der Herde durchkommen, so ist da ein Gaulskopf an der Wand, zu dem redet sie
'O du Falada, da du hangest,'
da antwortet der Kopf
'O du Jungfer Königin, da du gangest,Wenn das deine Mutter wüßteihr Herz tät ihr zerspringen.'"
Und so erzählte Kürdchen weiter, was auf der Gänsewiese geschähe, und wie es da dem Hut im Winde nachlaufen müßte.
Der alte König befahl ihm, den nächsten Tag wieder hinauszutreiben, und er selbst, wie es Morgen war, setzte sich hinter das finstere Tor und hörte da, wie sie mit dem Haupt des Falada sprach: und dann ging er ihr auch nach in das Feld und barg sich in einem Busch auf der Wiese. Da sah er nun bald mit seinen eigenen Augen, wie die Gänsemagd und der Gänsejunge die Herde getrieben brachte, und wie nach einer Weile sie sich setzte und ihre Haare losflocht, die strahlten von Glanz. Gleich sprach sie wieder
Henry Peeters paintings
Ei, das ärgert mich den ganzen Tag."
Da befahl ihm der alte König zu erzählen, wies ihm denn mit ihr ginge.
Da sagte Kürdchen "morgens, wenn wir unter dem finsteren Tor mit der Herde durchkommen, so ist da ein Gaulskopf an der Wand, zu dem redet sie
'O du Falada, da du hangest,'
da antwortet der Kopf
'O du Jungfer Königin, da du gangest,Wenn das deine Mutter wüßteihr Herz tät ihr zerspringen.'"
Und so erzählte Kürdchen weiter, was auf der Gänsewiese geschähe, und wie es da dem Hut im Winde nachlaufen müßte.
Der alte König befahl ihm, den nächsten Tag wieder hinauszutreiben, und er selbst, wie es Morgen war, setzte sich hinter das finstere Tor und hörte da, wie sie mit dem Haupt des Falada sprach: und dann ging er ihr auch nach in das Feld und barg sich in einem Busch auf der Wiese. Da sah er nun bald mit seinen eigenen Augen, wie die Gänsemagd und der Gänsejunge die Herde getrieben brachte, und wie nach einer Weile sie sich setzte und ihre Haare losflocht, die strahlten von Glanz. Gleich sprach sie wieder
Hessam Abrishami paintings
Hessam Abrishami paintings
Howard Behrens paintings
Falada antwortete
"O du Jungfer Königin, da du gangest,Wenn das deine Mutter wüßteihr Herz tät ihr zerspringen."
Und in dem Feld setzte sie sich wieder auf die Wiese und fing an ihr Haar auszukämmen, und Kürdchen lief und wollte danach greifen, da sprach sie schnell
"Weh, weh, Windchen,Nimm Kürdchen sein Hütchen,Und laß'n sich mit jagen,Bis ich mich geflochten und geschnatzt,Und wieder aufgesatzt."
Da wehte der Wind und wehte ihm das Hütchen vom Kopf weit weg, daß Kürdchen nachlaufen mußte; und als es wiederkam, hatte sie längst ihr Haar zurecht, und es konnte keins davon erwischen; und so hüteten sie die Gänse, bis es Abend ward.
Abends aber, nachdem sie heim gekommen waren, ging Kürdchen vor den alten König und sagte "mit dem Mädchen will ich nicht länger Gänse hüten."
"Warum denn?" fragte der alte König.
Howard Behrens paintings
Falada antwortete
"O du Jungfer Königin, da du gangest,Wenn das deine Mutter wüßteihr Herz tät ihr zerspringen."
Und in dem Feld setzte sie sich wieder auf die Wiese und fing an ihr Haar auszukämmen, und Kürdchen lief und wollte danach greifen, da sprach sie schnell
"Weh, weh, Windchen,Nimm Kürdchen sein Hütchen,Und laß'n sich mit jagen,Bis ich mich geflochten und geschnatzt,Und wieder aufgesatzt."
Da wehte der Wind und wehte ihm das Hütchen vom Kopf weit weg, daß Kürdchen nachlaufen mußte; und als es wiederkam, hatte sie längst ihr Haar zurecht, und es konnte keins davon erwischen; und so hüteten sie die Gänse, bis es Abend ward.
Abends aber, nachdem sie heim gekommen waren, ging Kürdchen vor den alten König und sagte "mit dem Mädchen will ich nicht länger Gänse hüten."
"Warum denn?" fragte der alte König.
Henri Fantin-Latour paintings
Henri Fantin-Latour paintings
Horace Vernet paintings
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.
Den andern Morgen, wie sie unter dem finstern Tor hinaustrieben, sprach die Jungfrau
"O du Falada, da du hangest,"
Horace Vernet paintings
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.
Den andern Morgen, wie sie unter dem finstern Tor hinaustrieben, sprach die Jungfrau
"O du Falada, da du hangest,"
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Albert Bierstadt Bavarian Landscape painting
Albert Bierstadt Bavarian Landscape painting
Martin Johnson Heade A Magnolia on Red Velvet painting
Was ist das f黵 ein Ding, das so lustig herumspringt?" sprach das M鋎chen, nahm die Spindel und wollte auch spinnen. Kaum hatte sie aber die Spindel anger黨rt so ging der Zauberspruch in Erf黮lung, und sie stach sich damit in den Finger.
In dem Augenblick aber, wo sie den Stich empfand, fiel sie auf das Bett nieder, das da stand, und lag in einem tiefen Schlaf. Und dieser Schlaf verbreitete sich 黚er das ganze Schlo? der K鰊ig und die K鰊igin, die eben heimgekommen waren und in den Saal getreten waren, fingen an einzuschlafen und der ganze Hofstaat mit ihnen. Da schliefen auch die Pferde im Stall, die Hunde im Hof, die Tauben auf dem Dache, die Fliegen an der Wand, ja, das Feuer, das auf dem Herde flackerte, ward still und schlief ein, und der Braten h鰎te auf zu brutzeln, und der Koch, der den K點henjungen, weil er etwas versehen hatte, an den Haaren ziehen wollte, lie?ihn los und schlief. Und der Wind legte sich, und auf den B鋟men vor dem Schlo?regte sich kein Bl鋞tchen mehr.
Martin Johnson Heade A Magnolia on Red Velvet painting
Was ist das f黵 ein Ding, das so lustig herumspringt?" sprach das M鋎chen, nahm die Spindel und wollte auch spinnen. Kaum hatte sie aber die Spindel anger黨rt so ging der Zauberspruch in Erf黮lung, und sie stach sich damit in den Finger.
In dem Augenblick aber, wo sie den Stich empfand, fiel sie auf das Bett nieder, das da stand, und lag in einem tiefen Schlaf. Und dieser Schlaf verbreitete sich 黚er das ganze Schlo? der K鰊ig und die K鰊igin, die eben heimgekommen waren und in den Saal getreten waren, fingen an einzuschlafen und der ganze Hofstaat mit ihnen. Da schliefen auch die Pferde im Stall, die Hunde im Hof, die Tauben auf dem Dache, die Fliegen an der Wand, ja, das Feuer, das auf dem Herde flackerte, ward still und schlief ein, und der Braten h鰎te auf zu brutzeln, und der Koch, der den K點henjungen, weil er etwas versehen hatte, an den Haaren ziehen wollte, lie?ihn los und schlief. Und der Wind legte sich, und auf den B鋟men vor dem Schlo?regte sich kein Bl鋞tchen mehr.
Thomas Kinkade Streams of Living Water painting
Thomas Kinkade Streams of Living Water painting
Thomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise painting
person awake, saw the door open and the true queen walk in. She took the child out of the cradle, laid it on her arm, and suckled it. Then she shook up its pillow, laid the child down again, and covered it with the little quilt. And she did not forget the roebuck, but went into the corner where it lay, and stroked its back. Then she went quite silently out of the door again. The next morning the nurse asked the guards whether anyone had come into the palace during the night, but they answered, "No, we have seen no one." She came thus many nights and never spoke a word. The nurse always saw her, but she did not dare to tell anyone about it.
When some time had passed in this manner, the queen began to speak in the night, and said,
"How fares my child,How fares my roe?Twice shall I come,Then never more."
The nurse did not answer, but when the queen had gone again, went to the king and told him all. The king said, "Ah, God. What is this? To-morrow night I will watch by the child." In the evening he went into the nursery, and at midnight the queen again appeared and said,
Thomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise painting
person awake, saw the door open and the true queen walk in. She took the child out of the cradle, laid it on her arm, and suckled it. Then she shook up its pillow, laid the child down again, and covered it with the little quilt. And she did not forget the roebuck, but went into the corner where it lay, and stroked its back. Then she went quite silently out of the door again. The next morning the nurse asked the guards whether anyone had come into the palace during the night, but they answered, "No, we have seen no one." She came thus many nights and never spoke a word. The nurse always saw her, but she did not dare to tell anyone about it.
When some time had passed in this manner, the queen began to speak in the night, and said,
"How fares my child,How fares my roe?Twice shall I come,Then never more."
The nurse did not answer, but when the queen had gone again, went to the king and told him all. The king said, "Ah, God. What is this? To-morrow night I will watch by the child." In the evening he went into the nursery, and at midnight the queen again appeared and said,
Thomas Kinkade spirit of xmas painting
Thomas Kinkade spirit of xmas painting
Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas painting
"Just be quiet," answered the old woman, and comforted her by saying, "when the time comes I shall be ready."
As time went on the queen had a pretty little boy, and it happened that the king was out hunting. So the old witch took the form of the chamber maid, went into the room where the queen lay, and said to her, "Come the bath is ready. It will do you good, and give you fresh strength. Make haste before it gets cold." Her daughter also was close by. So they carried the weakly queen into the bath-room, and put her into the bath. Then they shut the door and ran away. But in the bath-room they had made a fire of such hellish heat that the beautiful young queen was soon suffocated.
When this was done the old woman took her daughter, put a nightcap on her head, and laid her in bed in place of the queen. She gave her too the shape and look of the queen, only she could not make good the lost eye. But in order that the king might not see it, she was to lie on the side on which she had no eye. In the evening when he came home and heard that he had a son he was heartily glad, and was going to the bed of his dear wife to see how she was. But the old woman quickly called out, "For your life leave the curtains closed. The queen ought not to see the light yet, and must have rest." The king went away, and did not find out that a false queen was lying in the bed.
But at midnight, when all slept, the nurse, who was sitting in the nursery by the cradle, and who was the only
Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas painting
"Just be quiet," answered the old woman, and comforted her by saying, "when the time comes I shall be ready."
As time went on the queen had a pretty little boy, and it happened that the king was out hunting. So the old witch took the form of the chamber maid, went into the room where the queen lay, and said to her, "Come the bath is ready. It will do you good, and give you fresh strength. Make haste before it gets cold." Her daughter also was close by. So they carried the weakly queen into the bath-room, and put her into the bath. Then they shut the door and ran away. But in the bath-room they had made a fire of such hellish heat that the beautiful young queen was soon suffocated.
When this was done the old woman took her daughter, put a nightcap on her head, and laid her in bed in place of the queen. She gave her too the shape and look of the queen, only she could not make good the lost eye. But in order that the king might not see it, she was to lie on the side on which she had no eye. In the evening when he came home and heard that he had a son he was heartily glad, and was going to the bed of his dear wife to see how she was. But the old woman quickly called out, "For your life leave the curtains closed. The queen ought not to see the light yet, and must have rest." The king went away, and did not find out that a false queen was lying in the bed.
But at midnight, when all slept, the nurse, who was sitting in the nursery by the cradle, and who was the only
Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting
Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Lombard Street painting
Yes, indeed," answered the maiden, "but the little roe must go with me, I cannot leave him."
The king said, "It shall stay with you as long as you live, and shall want nothing." Just then he came running in, and the sister again tied him with the cord of rushes, took it in her own hand, and went away with the king from the cottage. The king took the lovely maiden upon his horse and carried her to his palace, where the wedding was held with great pomp. She was now the queen, and they lived for a long time happily together. The roebuck was tended and cherished, and ran about in the palace-garden.
But the wicked step-mother, because of whom the children had gone out into the world, had never thought but that the sister had been torn to pieces by the wild beasts in the wood, and that the brother had been shot for a roebuck by the huntsmen. Now when she heard that they were so happy, and so well off, envy and jealousy rose in her heart and left her no peace, and she thought of nothing but how she could bring them again to misfortune.
Her own daughter, who was ugly as night, and had only one eye, reproached her and said, "A queen, that ought to have been my luck."
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Lombard Street painting
Yes, indeed," answered the maiden, "but the little roe must go with me, I cannot leave him."
The king said, "It shall stay with you as long as you live, and shall want nothing." Just then he came running in, and the sister again tied him with the cord of rushes, took it in her own hand, and went away with the king from the cottage. The king took the lovely maiden upon his horse and carried her to his palace, where the wedding was held with great pomp. She was now the queen, and they lived for a long time happily together. The roebuck was tended and cherished, and ran about in the palace-garden.
But the wicked step-mother, because of whom the children had gone out into the world, had never thought but that the sister had been torn to pieces by the wild beasts in the wood, and that the brother had been shot for a roebuck by the huntsmen. Now when she heard that they were so happy, and so well off, envy and jealousy rose in her heart and left her no peace, and she thought of nothing but how she could bring them again to misfortune.
Her own daughter, who was ugly as night, and had only one eye, reproached her and said, "A queen, that ought to have been my luck."
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 sister cried, and said, "This time they will kill you, and here am I alone in the forest and forsaken by all the world. I will not let you out."
"Then you will have me die of grief," answered the roe. "When I hear the bugle-horns I feel as if I must jump out of my skin."
Then the sister could not do otherwise, but opened the door for him with a heavy heart, and the roebuck, full of health and joy, bounded into the forest. When the king saw him, he said to his huntsmen, "Now chase him all day long till night-fall, but take care that no one does him any harm." As soon as the sun had set, the king said to the huntsman, "Now come and show me the cottage in the wood." And when he was at the door, he knocked and called out, "Dear little sister, let me in."
Then the door opened, and the king walked in, and there stood a maiden more lovely than any he had ever seen. The maiden was frightened when she saw, not her little roe, but a man come in who wore a golden crown upon his head. But the king looked kindly at her, stretched out his hand, and said, "Will you go with me to my palace and be my dear wife."
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill painting
The sister cried, and said, "This time they will kill you, and here am I alone in the forest and forsaken by all the world. I will not let you out."
"Then you will have me die of grief," answered the roe. "When I hear the bugle-horns I feel as if I must jump out of my skin."
Then the sister could not do otherwise, but opened the door for him with a heavy heart, and the roebuck, full of health and joy, bounded into the forest. When the king saw him, he said to his huntsmen, "Now chase him all day long till night-fall, but take care that no one does him any harm." As soon as the sun had set, the king said to the huntsman, "Now come and show me the cottage in the wood." And when he was at the door, he knocked and called out, "Dear little sister, let me in."
Then the door opened, and the king walked in, and there stood a maiden more lovely than any he had ever seen. The maiden was frightened when she saw, not her little roe, but a man come in who wore a golden crown upon his head. But the king looked kindly at her, stretched out his hand, and said, "Will you go with me to my palace and be my dear wife."
Thomas Kinkade Rose Gate painting
Thomas Kinkade Rose Gate painting
Thomas Kinkade Portofino painting
again saw the young roebuck with the golden collar, they all chased him, but he was too quick and nimble for them. This lasted the whole day, but by the evening the huntsmen had surrounded him, and one of them wounded him a little in the foot, so that he limped and ran slowly.
Then a hunter crept after him to the cottage and heard how he said, "My little sister, let me in," and saw that the door was opened for him, and was shut again at once. The huntsman took notice of it all, and went to the king and told him what he had seen and heard. Then the king said, "To-morrow we will hunt once more."
The little sister, however, was dreadfully frightened when she saw that her fawn was hurt. She washed the blood off him, laid herbs on the wound, and said, "Go to your bed, dear roe, that you may get well again." But the wound was so slight that the roebuck, next morning, did not feel it any more. And when he again heard the sport outside, he said, "I cannot bear it, I must be there. They shall not find it so easy to catch me."
Thomas Kinkade Portofino painting
again saw the young roebuck with the golden collar, they all chased him, but he was too quick and nimble for them. This lasted the whole day, but by the evening the huntsmen had surrounded him, and one of them wounded him a little in the foot, so that he limped and ran slowly.
Then a hunter crept after him to the cottage and heard how he said, "My little sister, let me in," and saw that the door was opened for him, and was shut again at once. The huntsman took notice of it all, and went to the king and told him what he had seen and heard. Then the king said, "To-morrow we will hunt once more."
The little sister, however, was dreadfully frightened when she saw that her fawn was hurt. She washed the blood off him, laid herbs on the wound, and said, "Go to your bed, dear roe, that you may get well again." But the wound was so slight that the roebuck, next morning, did not feel it any more. And when he again heard the sport outside, he said, "I cannot bear it, I must be there. They shall not find it so easy to catch me."
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thomas Kinkade The Good Life painting
Thomas Kinkade The Good Life painting
Thomas Kinkade The Garden of Prayer painting On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went once more to her mother's grave and said to the little tree,
"Shiver and quiver, my little tree,silver and gold throw down over me."And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were golden. And when she went to the festival in the dress, no one knew how to speak for astonishment. The king's son danced with her only, and if any one invited her to dance, he said this is my partner.
When evening came, Cinderella wished to leave, and the king's son was anxious to go with her, but she escaped from him so quickly that he could not follow her. The king's son, however, had employed a ruse, and had caused the whole staircase to be smeared with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden's left slipper remained stuck. The king's son picked it up, and it was small and dainty, and all golden.
Thomas Kinkade The Garden of Prayer painting On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went once more to her mother's grave and said to the little tree,
"Shiver and quiver, my little tree,silver and gold throw down over me."And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were golden. And when she went to the festival in the dress, no one knew how to speak for astonishment. The king's son danced with her only, and if any one invited her to dance, he said this is my partner.
When evening came, Cinderella wished to leave, and the king's son was anxious to go with her, but she escaped from him so quickly that he could not follow her. The king's son, however, had employed a ruse, and had caused the whole staircase to be smeared with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden's left slipper remained stuck. The king's son picked it up, and it was small and dainty, and all golden.
Thomas Kinkade Sweetheart Cottage II painting
Thomas Kinkade Sweetheart Cottage II painting
Thomas Kinkade Sunset on Lamplight Lane painting
the wedding in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty. The king's son had waited until she came, and instantly took her by the hand and danced with no one but her. When others came and invited her, he said, "This is my partner." When evening came she wished to leave, and the king's son followed her and wanted to see into which house she went. But she sprang away from him, and into the garden behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall tree on which hung the most magnificent pears. She clambered so nimbly between the branches like a squirrel that the king's son did not know where she was gone. He waited until her father came, and said to him, "The unknown maiden has escaped from me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear-tree." The father thought, "Can it be Cinderella." And had an axe brought and cut the tree down, but no one was on it. And when they got into the kitchen, Cinderella lay there among the ashes, as usual, for she had jumped down on the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree, and put on her grey gown.
Thomas Kinkade Sunset on Lamplight Lane painting
the wedding in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty. The king's son had waited until she came, and instantly took her by the hand and danced with no one but her. When others came and invited her, he said, "This is my partner." When evening came she wished to leave, and the king's son followed her and wanted to see into which house she went. But she sprang away from him, and into the garden behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall tree on which hung the most magnificent pears. She clambered so nimbly between the branches like a squirrel that the king's son did not know where she was gone. He waited until her father came, and said to him, "The unknown maiden has escaped from me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear-tree." The father thought, "Can it be Cinderella." And had an axe brought and cut the tree down, but no one was on it. And when they got into the kitchen, Cinderella lay there among the ashes, as usual, for she had jumped down on the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree, and put on her grey gown.
Thomas Kinkade Sunrise Chapel painting
Thomas Kinkade Sunrise Chapel painting
Thomas Kinkade Sunday Outing painting
unknown maiden had leapt into the pigeon-house. The old man thought, "Can it be Cinderella." And they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he might hew the pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it. And when they got home Cinderella lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and a dim little oil-lamp was burning on the mantle-piece, for Cinderella had jumped quickly down from the back of the pigeon-house and had run to the little hazel-tree, and there she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had taken them away again, and then she had seated herself in the kitchen amongst the ashes in her grey gown.
Next day when the festival began afresh, and her parents and the step-sisters had gone once more, Cinderella went to the hazel-tree and said,
"Shiver and quiver, my little tree,Silver and gold throw down over me."Then the bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on the preceding day. And when Cinderella appeared
Thomas Kinkade Sunday Outing painting
unknown maiden had leapt into the pigeon-house. The old man thought, "Can it be Cinderella." And they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he might hew the pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it. And when they got home Cinderella lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and a dim little oil-lamp was burning on the mantle-piece, for Cinderella had jumped quickly down from the back of the pigeon-house and had run to the little hazel-tree, and there she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had taken them away again, and then she had seated herself in the kitchen amongst the ashes in her grey gown.
Next day when the festival began afresh, and her parents and the step-sisters had gone once more, Cinderella went to the hazel-tree and said,
"Shiver and quiver, my little tree,Silver and gold throw down over me."Then the bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on the preceding day. And when Cinderella appeared
Thomas Kinkade Sunday at Apple Hill painting
Thomas Kinkade Sunday at Apple Hill painting
Thomas Kinkade Studio in The Garden painting
the dress with all speed, and went to the wedding. Her step-sisters and the step-mother however did not know her, and thought she must be a foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought of Cinderella, and believed that she was sitting at home in the dirt, picking lentils out of the ashes. The prince approached her, took her by the hand and danced with her. He would dance with no other maiden, and never let loose of her hand, and if any one else came to invite her, he said, "This is my partner."
She danced till it was evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the king's son said, "I will go with you and bear you company," for he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged. She escaped from him, however, and sprang into the pigeon-house. The king's son waited until her father came, and then he told him that
Thomas Kinkade Studio in The Garden painting
the dress with all speed, and went to the wedding. Her step-sisters and the step-mother however did not know her, and thought she must be a foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought of Cinderella, and believed that she was sitting at home in the dirt, picking lentils out of the ashes. The prince approached her, took her by the hand and danced with her. He would dance with no other maiden, and never let loose of her hand, and if any one else came to invite her, he said, "This is my partner."
She danced till it was evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the king's son said, "I will go with you and bear you company," for he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged. She escaped from him, however, and sprang into the pigeon-house. The king's son waited until her father came, and then he told him that
Thomas Kinkade Streams of Living Water painting
Thomas Kinkade Streams of Living Water painting
Thomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise painting
their heads and began pick, pick, pick, pick, and the others began also pick, pick, pick, pick, and gathered all the good seeds into the dishes, and before half an hour was over they had already finished, and all flew out again. Then the maiden was delighted, and believed that she might now go with them to the wedding.
But the step-mother said, "All this will not help. You cannot go with us, for you have no clothes and can not dance. We should be ashamed of you." On this she turned her back on Cinderella, and hurried away with her two proud daughters.
As no one was now at home, Cinderella went to her mother's grave beneath the hazel-tree, and cried,
"Shiver and quiver, little tree,Silver and gold throw down over me."Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She put
Thomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise painting
their heads and began pick, pick, pick, pick, and the others began also pick, pick, pick, pick, and gathered all the good seeds into the dishes, and before half an hour was over they had already finished, and all flew out again. Then the maiden was delighted, and believed that she might now go with them to the wedding.
But the step-mother said, "All this will not help. You cannot go with us, for you have no clothes and can not dance. We should be ashamed of you." On this she turned her back on Cinderella, and hurried away with her two proud daughters.
As no one was now at home, Cinderella went to her mother's grave beneath the hazel-tree, and cried,
"Shiver and quiver, little tree,Silver and gold throw down over me."Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She put
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Old Master Oil Paintings
Old Master Oil Paintings
Nude Oil Paintings
Prince John, in league with Philip of France, Cœur-de-Lion’s mortal enemy, was using every species of influence with the Duke of Austria, to prolong the captivity of his brother Richard, to whom he stood indebted for so many favours. In the meantime, he was strengthening his own faction in the kingdom, of which he proposed to dispute the succession, in case of the King’s death, with the legitimate heir, Arthur, Duke of Brittany, son of Geoffrey Plantagenet, the elder brother of John. This usurpation, it is well known, he afterwards effected. His own character being light, profligate, and perfidious, John easily attached to his person and faction, not only all who had reason to dread the resentment of Richard for criminal proceedings during his absence, but also the numerous class of “lawless resolutes,” whom the crusades had turned back on their country, accomplished in the vices of the East, impoverished in substance, and hardened in character, and who placed their hopes of harvest in civil commotion.
Nude Oil Paintings
Prince John, in league with Philip of France, Cœur-de-Lion’s mortal enemy, was using every species of influence with the Duke of Austria, to prolong the captivity of his brother Richard, to whom he stood indebted for so many favours. In the meantime, he was strengthening his own faction in the kingdom, of which he proposed to dispute the succession, in case of the King’s death, with the legitimate heir, Arthur, Duke of Brittany, son of Geoffrey Plantagenet, the elder brother of John. This usurpation, it is well known, he afterwards effected. His own character being light, profligate, and perfidious, John easily attached to his person and faction, not only all who had reason to dread the resentment of Richard for criminal proceedings during his absence, but also the numerous class of “lawless resolutes,” whom the crusades had turned back on their country, accomplished in the vices of the East, impoverished in substance, and hardened in character, and who placed their hopes of harvest in civil commotion.
Nude Oil Paintings
Nude Oil Paintings
dropship oil paintings
Knights, with a long retinue of their squires,In gaudy liveries march and quaint attires;One laced the helm, another held the lance,A third the shining buckler did advance.The courser paw’d the ground with restless feet,And snorting foam’d and champ’d the golden bit.The smiths and armourers on palfreys ride,Files in their hands, and hammers at their side;And nails for loosen’d spears, and thongs for shields provide.The yeoman guard the streets in seemly bands;And clowns come crowding on, with cudgels in their hands. –Palamon and Arcite.–
The condition of the English nation was at this time sufficiently miserable. King Richard was absent a prisoner, and in the power of the perfidious and cruel Duke of Austria. Even the very place of his captivity was uncertain, and his fate but very imperfectly known to the generality of his subjects, who were, in the meantime, a prey to every species of subaltern oppression.
dropship oil paintings
Knights, with a long retinue of their squires,In gaudy liveries march and quaint attires;One laced the helm, another held the lance,A third the shining buckler did advance.The courser paw’d the ground with restless feet,And snorting foam’d and champ’d the golden bit.The smiths and armourers on palfreys ride,Files in their hands, and hammers at their side;And nails for loosen’d spears, and thongs for shields provide.The yeoman guard the streets in seemly bands;And clowns come crowding on, with cudgels in their hands. –Palamon and Arcite.–
The condition of the English nation was at this time sufficiently miserable. King Richard was absent a prisoner, and in the power of the perfidious and cruel Duke of Austria. Even the very place of his captivity was uncertain, and his fate but very imperfectly known to the generality of his subjects, who were, in the meantime, a prey to every species of subaltern oppression.
dropship oil paintings
dropship oil paintings
Mediterranean paintings
the unfurled pennon of a chieftain. Magnificence there was, with some rude attempt at taste; but of comfort there was little, and, being unknown, it was unmissed.
The Lady Rowena, with three of her attendants standing at her back, and arranging her hair ere she lay down to rest, was seated in the sort of throne already mentioned, and looked as if born to exact general homage. The Pilgrim acknowledged her claim to it by a low genuflection.
“Rise, Palmer,” said she graciously. “The defender of the absent has a right to favourable reception from all who value truth, and honour manhood.” She then said to her train, “Retire, excepting only Elgitha; I would speak with this holy Pilgrim.”
The maidens, without leaving the apartment, retired to its farther extremity, and sat down on a small bench against the wall, where they remained mute as statues, though at such a distance that their whispers could not have interrupted the conversation of their mistress.
Mediterranean paintings
the unfurled pennon of a chieftain. Magnificence there was, with some rude attempt at taste; but of comfort there was little, and, being unknown, it was unmissed.
The Lady Rowena, with three of her attendants standing at her back, and arranging her hair ere she lay down to rest, was seated in the sort of throne already mentioned, and looked as if born to exact general homage. The Pilgrim acknowledged her claim to it by a low genuflection.
“Rise, Palmer,” said she graciously. “The defender of the absent has a right to favourable reception from all who value truth, and honour manhood.” She then said to her train, “Retire, excepting only Elgitha; I would speak with this holy Pilgrim.”
The maidens, without leaving the apartment, retired to its farther extremity, and sat down on a small bench against the wall, where they remained mute as statues, though at such a distance that their whispers could not have interrupted the conversation of their mistress.
Mediterranean paintings
Mediterranean paintings
Oil Painting Gallery
short passage, and an ascent of seven steps, each of which was composed of a solid beam of oak, led him to the apartment of the Lady Rowena, the rude magnificence of which corresponded to the respect which was paid to her by the lord of the mansion. The walls were covered with embroidered hangings, on which different coloured silks, interwoven with gold and silver threads, had been employed with all the art of which the age was capable, to represent the sports of hunting and hawking. The bed was adorned with the same rich tapestry, and surrounded with curtains dyed with purple. The seats had also their stained coverings, and one, which was higher than the rest, was accommodated with a footstool of ivory, curiously carved.
No fewer than four silver candelabras, holding great waxen torches, served to illuminate this apartment. Yet let not modern beauty envy the magnificence of a Saxon princess. The walls of the apartment were so ill finished and so full of crevices, that the rich hangings shook to the night blast, and, in despite of a sort of screen intended to protect them from the wind, the flame of the torches streamed sideways into the air, like the unfurled pennon of a chieftain. Magnificence there was, with some rude attempt at taste; but of comfort there was little, and, being unknown, it was unmissed.
Oil Painting Gallery
short passage, and an ascent of seven steps, each of which was composed of a solid beam of oak, led him to the apartment of the Lady Rowena, the rude magnificence of which corresponded to the respect which was paid to her by the lord of the mansion. The walls were covered with embroidered hangings, on which different coloured silks, interwoven with gold and silver threads, had been employed with all the art of which the age was capable, to represent the sports of hunting and hawking. The bed was adorned with the same rich tapestry, and surrounded with curtains dyed with purple. The seats had also their stained coverings, and one, which was higher than the rest, was accommodated with a footstool of ivory, curiously carved.
No fewer than four silver candelabras, holding great waxen torches, served to illuminate this apartment. Yet let not modern beauty envy the magnificence of a Saxon princess. The walls of the apartment were so ill finished and so full of crevices, that the rich hangings shook to the night blast, and, in despite of a sort of screen intended to protect them from the wind, the flame of the torches streamed sideways into the air, like the unfurled pennon of a chieftain. Magnificence there was, with some rude attempt at taste; but of comfort there was little, and, being unknown, it was unmissed.
Oil Painting Gallery
Oil Painting Gallery
Alfred Gockel paintings
The cup-bearer shrugged up his shoulders in displeasure. “I thought to have lodged him in the solere chamber,” said he; “but since he is so unsocial to Christians, e’en let him take the next stall to Isaac the Jew’s.—Anwold,” said he to the torch-bearer, “carry the Pilgrim to the southern cell.—I give you good- night,” he added, “Sir Palmer, with small thanks for short courtesy.”
“Good-night, and our Lady’s benison,” said the Palmer, with composure; and his guide moved forward.
In a small antechamber, into which several doors opened, and which was lighted by a small iron lamp, they met a second interruption from the waiting-maid of Rowena, who, saying in a tone of authority that her mistress desired to speak with the Palmer, took the torch from the hand of Anwold, and, bidding him await her return, made a sign to the Palmer to follow. Apparently he did not think it proper to decline this invitation as he had done the former; for, though his gesture indicated some surprise at the summons, he obeyed it without answer or remonstrance.
Alfred Gockel paintings
The cup-bearer shrugged up his shoulders in displeasure. “I thought to have lodged him in the solere chamber,” said he; “but since he is so unsocial to Christians, e’en let him take the next stall to Isaac the Jew’s.—Anwold,” said he to the torch-bearer, “carry the Pilgrim to the southern cell.—I give you good- night,” he added, “Sir Palmer, with small thanks for short courtesy.”
“Good-night, and our Lady’s benison,” said the Palmer, with composure; and his guide moved forward.
In a small antechamber, into which several doors opened, and which was lighted by a small iron lamp, they met a second interruption from the waiting-maid of Rowena, who, saying in a tone of authority that her mistress desired to speak with the Palmer, took the torch from the hand of Anwold, and, bidding him await her return, made a sign to the Palmer to follow. Apparently he did not think it proper to decline this invitation as he had done the former; for, though his gesture indicated some surprise at the summons, he obeyed it without answer or remonstrance.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Allan R.Banks paintings
Allan R.Banks paintings
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Ah, madame,” said D’Artagnan, as he entered by the door which the young woman had opened for him, “allow me to tell you that you have a sorry husband there.”
“Then you overheard our conversation?” asked Madame Bonacieux eagerly, and looking at D’Artagnan with much uneasiness.
“The whole of it.”
“But, my God! how could you do that?”
“By a method known to myself, and by which I likewise overheard the more animated conversation which you had with the cardinal’s bailiffs.”
“And what did you understand by what we said?”
Andrea Mantegna paintings
Ah, madame,” said D’Artagnan, as he entered by the door which the young woman had opened for him, “allow me to tell you that you have a sorry husband there.”
“Then you overheard our conversation?” asked Madame Bonacieux eagerly, and looking at D’Artagnan with much uneasiness.
“The whole of it.”
“But, my God! how could you do that?”
“By a method known to myself, and by which I likewise overheard the more animated conversation which you had with the cardinal’s bailiffs.”
“And what did you understand by what we said?”
Anders Zorn paintings
Anders Zorn paintings
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
The queen turned quickly round, for there could be no mistake in the tone of that voice. It was a friend who spoke thus.
In fact, at one of the doors which opened into the queen’s apartment appeared the pretty Madame Bonacieux. She had been engaged in arranging the dresses and linen in a closet when the king entered. She could not get out, and had heard all.
The queen uttered a piercing cry at finding herself discovered, for in her trouble she did not at first recognize the young woman who had been given to her by La Porte.
“Oh, fear nothing, madame!” said the young woman, clasping her hands, and weeping herself at the queen’s sorrow; “I am your Majesty’s
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
The queen turned quickly round, for there could be no mistake in the tone of that voice. It was a friend who spoke thus.
In fact, at one of the doors which opened into the queen’s apartment appeared the pretty Madame Bonacieux. She had been engaged in arranging the dresses and linen in a closet when the king entered. She could not get out, and had heard all.
The queen uttered a piercing cry at finding herself discovered, for in her trouble she did not at first recognize the young woman who had been given to her by La Porte.
“Oh, fear nothing, madame!” said the young woman, clasping her hands, and weeping herself at the queen’s sorrow; “I am your Majesty’s
Andrea del Sarto paintings
Andrea del Sarto paintings
Alexandre Cabanel paintings
but without guessing the cause—“you hear, madame?”
“Yes, sire, I hear,” stammered the queen.
“Very well,” said the king, retiring—“very well; I count on it.”
The queen made a curtsy, less from etiquette than because her knees were sinking under her.
“I am lost,” murmured the queen, “lost! for the cardinal knows all, and it is he who urges on the king, who as yet knows nothing, but will soon know everything. I am lost! My God, my God!”
She knelt upon a cushion and prayed, with her head buried between her palpitating arms.
Thus, while contemplating the misfortune which threatened her and the abandonment in which she was left, she broke out into sobs and tears.
“Can I be of no service to your Majesty?” said all at once a voice full of sweetness and pity.
Alexandre Cabanel paintings
but without guessing the cause—“you hear, madame?”
“Yes, sire, I hear,” stammered the queen.
“Very well,” said the king, retiring—“very well; I count on it.”
The queen made a curtsy, less from etiquette than because her knees were sinking under her.
“I am lost,” murmured the queen, “lost! for the cardinal knows all, and it is he who urges on the king, who as yet knows nothing, but will soon know everything. I am lost! My God, my God!”
She knelt upon a cushion and prayed, with her head buried between her palpitating arms.
Thus, while contemplating the misfortune which threatened her and the abandonment in which she was left, she broke out into sobs and tears.
“Can I be of no service to your Majesty?” said all at once a voice full of sweetness and pity.
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
Aubrey Beardsley paintings
—“but, sire, you do not tell me all that you have in your heart. What have I done, then? Let me know what crime I have committed.”
The king, attacked in so direct a manner, did not know what to answer. He thought that this was the moment to express the desire which he was to make only on the eve of the ball.
“Madame,” said he, with dignity, “there will shortly be a ball at the City Hall. I wish that, in honour to our worthy provosts, you should appear at it in state dress, and particularly ornamented with the diamond studs which I gave you on your birthday. That is my answer.”
It was a terrible answer. She became excessively pale, leaned her beautiful hand upon a stand, a hand which then appeared like one of wax, and looking at the king, with terror in her eyes, she was unable to reply by a single syllable.
“You hear, madame,” said the king, who enjoyed this embarrassment to its full extent
Aubrey Beardsley paintings
—“but, sire, you do not tell me all that you have in your heart. What have I done, then? Let me know what crime I have committed.”
The king, attacked in so direct a manner, did not know what to answer. He thought that this was the moment to express the desire which he was to make only on the eve of the ball.
“Madame,” said he, with dignity, “there will shortly be a ball at the City Hall. I wish that, in honour to our worthy provosts, you should appear at it in state dress, and particularly ornamented with the diamond studs which I gave you on your birthday. That is my answer.”
It was a terrible answer. She became excessively pale, leaned her beautiful hand upon a stand, a hand which then appeared like one of wax, and looking at the king, with terror in her eyes, she was unable to reply by a single syllable.
“You hear, madame,” said the king, who enjoyed this embarrassment to its full extent
Anders Zorn paintings
Anders Zorn paintings
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
When the cardinal mentioned the diamond studs, Louis XIII was struck with his insistence, and began to fancy that this recommendation concealed some mystery.
He went, then, to the queen, and, according to his custom, approached her with new threats against those who surrounded her. Anne of Austria hung down her head, allowed the torrent to flow on without replying, and hoped that it would finally cease of itself. But this was not what Louis XIII wanted. Louis XIII wanted a discussion, from which some light or other might break, convinced as he was that the cardinal was practising some dissimulation, and was preparing for him one of those terrible surprises which his Eminence was so skilful in getting up. He arrived at this end by his persistence in accusation.
“But,” cried Anne of Austria, tired of these vague attacks
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
When the cardinal mentioned the diamond studs, Louis XIII was struck with his insistence, and began to fancy that this recommendation concealed some mystery.
He went, then, to the queen, and, according to his custom, approached her with new threats against those who surrounded her. Anne of Austria hung down her head, allowed the torrent to flow on without replying, and hoped that it would finally cease of itself. But this was not what Louis XIII wanted. Louis XIII wanted a discussion, from which some light or other might break, convinced as he was that the cardinal was practising some dissimulation, and was preparing for him one of those terrible surprises which his Eminence was so skilful in getting up. He arrived at this end by his persistence in accusation.
“But,” cried Anne of Austria, tired of these vague attacks
Monday, June 16, 2008
Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting
Guillaume Seignac The Wave painting
William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
There was in the front a thick and broad hasp, wrought in the image of a sitting Buddha. Under this I thrust the end of the poker and twisted it outward as a lever. The hasp sprang open with a loud snap. With trembling fingers I flung back the lid. We both stood gazing in astonishment. The box was empty!
No wonder that it was heavy. The ironwork was two-thirds of an inch thick all round. It was massive, well made, and solid, like a chest constructed to carry things of great price, but not one shred or crumb of metal or jewellery lay within it. It was absolutely and completely empty.
"The treasure is lost," said Miss Morstan calmly.
As I listened to the words and realized what they meant, a great shadow seemed to pass from my soul. I did not know how this Agra treasure had weighed me down
-143-until now that it was finally removed. It was selfish, no doubt, disloyal, wrong, but I could realize nothing save that the golden barrier was gone from between us.
"Thank God!" I ejaculated from my very heart.
William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
There was in the front a thick and broad hasp, wrought in the image of a sitting Buddha. Under this I thrust the end of the poker and twisted it outward as a lever. The hasp sprang open with a loud snap. With trembling fingers I flung back the lid. We both stood gazing in astonishment. The box was empty!
No wonder that it was heavy. The ironwork was two-thirds of an inch thick all round. It was massive, well made, and solid, like a chest constructed to carry things of great price, but not one shred or crumb of metal or jewellery lay within it. It was absolutely and completely empty.
"The treasure is lost," said Miss Morstan calmly.
As I listened to the words and realized what they meant, a great shadow seemed to pass from my soul. I did not know how this Agra treasure had weighed me down
-143-until now that it was finally removed. It was selfish, no doubt, disloyal, wrong, but I could realize nothing save that the golden barrier was gone from between us.
"Thank God!" I ejaculated from my very heart.
Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting
Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting
Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting
"That is all over," I answered. "It was nothing. I will tell you no more gloomy details. Let us turn to something brighter. There is the treasure. What could be brighter than that? I got leave to bring it with me, thinking that it would interest you to be the first to see it."
"It would be of the greatest interest to me," she said. There was no eagerness in her voice, however. It had struck her, doubtless, that it might seem ungracious upon her part to be indifferent to a prize which had cost so much to win.
"What a pretty box!" she said, stooping over it. "This is Indian work, I suppose?"
"Yes; it is Benares metal-work."
"And so heavy!" she exclaimed, trying to raise it. "The box alone must be of some value. Where is the key?"
"Small threw it into the Thames," I answered. "I must borrow Mrs. Forrester's poker."
Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting
"That is all over," I answered. "It was nothing. I will tell you no more gloomy details. Let us turn to something brighter. There is the treasure. What could be brighter than that? I got leave to bring it with me, thinking that it would interest you to be the first to see it."
"It would be of the greatest interest to me," she said. There was no eagerness in her voice, however. It had struck her, doubtless, that it might seem ungracious upon her part to be indifferent to a prize which had cost so much to win.
"What a pretty box!" she said, stooping over it. "This is Indian work, I suppose?"
"Yes; it is Benares metal-work."
"And so heavy!" she exclaimed, trying to raise it. "The box alone must be of some value. Where is the key?"
"Small threw it into the Thames," I answered. "I must borrow Mrs. Forrester's poker."
Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting
Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring painting
Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting
I think I must have been rather over-acting my delight, and that she defected a hollow ring in my congratulations, for I saw her eyebrows rise a little, and she glanced at me curiously.
"If I have it," said she, "I owe it to you."
"No, no," I answered, "not to me but to my friend Sherlock Holmes. With all the will in the world, I could never have followed up-a clue which has taxed even his analytical genius. As it was, we very nearly lost it at the last moment."
"Pray sit down and tell me all about it, Dr. Watson," said she.
I narrated briefly what had occurred since I had seen her last. Holmes's new method of search, the discovery of the Aurora, the appearance of Athelney Jones, our expedition in the evening, and the wild chase down the Thames. She listened with parted lips and shining eyes to my recital of our adventures. When I spoke of the dart which had so narrowly missed us, she turned so white that I feared that she was about to faint.
"It is nothing," she said as I hastened to pour her out some water. "I am all right again. It was a shock to me to hear that I had placed my friends in such horrible peril."
Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting
I think I must have been rather over-acting my delight, and that she defected a hollow ring in my congratulations, for I saw her eyebrows rise a little, and she glanced at me curiously.
"If I have it," said she, "I owe it to you."
"No, no," I answered, "not to me but to my friend Sherlock Holmes. With all the will in the world, I could never have followed up-a clue which has taxed even his analytical genius. As it was, we very nearly lost it at the last moment."
"Pray sit down and tell me all about it, Dr. Watson," said she.
I narrated briefly what had occurred since I had seen her last. Holmes's new method of search, the discovery of the Aurora, the appearance of Athelney Jones, our expedition in the evening, and the wild chase down the Thames. She listened with parted lips and shining eyes to my recital of our adventures. When I spoke of the dart which had so narrowly missed us, she turned so white that I feared that she was about to faint.
"It is nothing," she said as I hastened to pour her out some water. "I am all right again. It was a shock to me to hear that I had placed my friends in such horrible peril."
Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Fabian Perez white and red painting
"I heard a cab drive up," she said. "I thought that Mrs. Forrester had come back very early, but I never dreamed that it might be you. What news have you brought me?"
"I have brought something better than news," said I, putting down the box upon the table and speaking jovially and boisterously, though my heart was heavy
-142-within me. "I have brought you something which is worth all the news in the world. I have brought you a fortune."
She glanced at the iron box.
"Is that the treasure then?" she asked, coolly enough.
"Yes, this is the great Agra treasure. Half of it is yours and half is Thaddeus Sholto's. You will have a couple of hundred thousand each. Think of that! An annuity of ten thousand pounds. There will be few richer young ladies in England. Is it not glorious?"
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Decorative painting
Decorative painting
dying condition, was unable to resent her first advances. She had the doctor trait which some dogs possess, and as a mother eat washes her kittens, so she washed and cleansed Buck’s wounds. Regularly, each morning after he had finished his breakfast, she performed her self- appointed task, till he came to look for her ministrations as much as he did for Thornton’s. Nig, equally friendly though less demonstrative, was a huge black dog, half blood-hound and half deerhound, with eyes that laughed and a boundless good nature.
To Buck’s surprise these dogs manifested no jealousy toward him. They seemed to share the kindliness and largeness of John Thornton. As Buck grew stronger they enticed him into all sorts of ridiculous games, in which Thornton himself could not forbear to join, and in this fashion Buck romped through his convalescence and into a new existence. Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time. This he had never experienced at Judge Miller’s down in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. With the Judge’s sons, hunting and tramping, it had been a
dying condition, was unable to resent her first advances. She had the doctor trait which some dogs possess, and as a mother eat washes her kittens, so she washed and cleansed Buck’s wounds. Regularly, each morning after he had finished his breakfast, she performed her self- appointed task, till he came to look for her ministrations as much as he did for Thornton’s. Nig, equally friendly though less demonstrative, was a huge black dog, half blood-hound and half deerhound, with eyes that laughed and a boundless good nature.
To Buck’s surprise these dogs manifested no jealousy toward him. They seemed to share the kindliness and largeness of John Thornton. As Buck grew stronger they enticed him into all sorts of ridiculous games, in which Thornton himself could not forbear to join, and in this fashion Buck romped through his convalescence and into a new existence. Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time. This he had never experienced at Judge Miller’s down in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. With the Judge’s sons, hunting and tramping, it had been a
Aubrey Beardsley paintings
Aubrey Beardsley paintings
Andrea del Sarto paintings
They were all terribly footsore. No spring or rebound was left in them. Their feet fell heavily on the trail, jarring their bodies and doubling the fatigue of a day’s travel. There was nothing the matter with them except that they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil. There was no power of recuperation left, no reserve strength to call upon. It had been all used, the last least bit of it. Every muscle, every fibre, every cell, was tired, dead tired. And there was reason for it. In less than five months they had travelled twenty-five hundred miles, during the last eighteen hundred of which they had had but five days’ rest. When they arrived at Skagway they were apparently on their last legs. They could barely keep the traces taut, and on the down grades just managed to keep out of the way of the sled.
Andrea del Sarto paintings
They were all terribly footsore. No spring or rebound was left in them. Their feet fell heavily on the trail, jarring their bodies and doubling the fatigue of a day’s travel. There was nothing the matter with them except that they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil. There was no power of recuperation left, no reserve strength to call upon. It had been all used, the last least bit of it. Every muscle, every fibre, every cell, was tired, dead tired. And there was reason for it. In less than five months they had travelled twenty-five hundred miles, during the last eighteen hundred of which they had had but five days’ rest. When they arrived at Skagway they were apparently on their last legs. They could barely keep the traces taut, and on the down grades just managed to keep out of the way of the sled.
Alexandre Cabanel paintings
Alexandre Cabanel paintings
Anders Zorn paintings
hour gone. François scratched his head again. He shook it and grinned sheepishly at the courier, who shrugged his shoulders in sign that they were beaten. Then François went up to where Sol-leks stood and called to Buck. Buck laughed, as dogs laugh, yet kept his distance. François unfastened Sol-leks’s traces and put him back in his old place. The team stood harnessed to the sled in an unbroken line, ready for the trail. There was no place for Buck save at the front. Once more François called, and once more Buck laughed and kept away.
“T’row down de club,” Perrault commanded.Thirty days from the time it left Dawson, the Salt Water Mail, with Buck and his mates at the fore, arrived at Skagway. They were in a wretched state, worn out and worn down. Buck’s one hundred and forty pounds had dwindled to one hundred and fifteen. The rest of his mates, though lighter dogs, had relatively lost more weight than he. Pike, the malingerer, who, in his lifetime of deceit, had often successfully feigned a hurt leg, was now limping in earnest. Sol-leks was limping, and Dub was suffering from a wrenched shoulder blade.
Anders Zorn paintings
hour gone. François scratched his head again. He shook it and grinned sheepishly at the courier, who shrugged his shoulders in sign that they were beaten. Then François went up to where Sol-leks stood and called to Buck. Buck laughed, as dogs laugh, yet kept his distance. François unfastened Sol-leks’s traces and put him back in his old place. The team stood harnessed to the sled in an unbroken line, ready for the trail. There was no place for Buck save at the front. Once more François called, and once more Buck laughed and kept away.
“T’row down de club,” Perrault commanded.Thirty days from the time it left Dawson, the Salt Water Mail, with Buck and his mates at the fore, arrived at Skagway. They were in a wretched state, worn out and worn down. Buck’s one hundred and forty pounds had dwindled to one hundred and fifteen. The rest of his mates, though lighter dogs, had relatively lost more weight than he. Pike, the malingerer, who, in his lifetime of deceit, had often successfully feigned a hurt leg, was now limping in earnest. Sol-leks was limping, and Dub was suffering from a wrenched shoulder blade.
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
Anne-Francois-Louis Janmot paintings
Allan R.Banks paintings
steps. François followed him up, whereupon he again retreated. After some time of this, François threw down the club, thinking that Buck feared a thrashing. But Buck was in open revolt. He wanted, not to escape a clubbing, but to have the leadership. It was his by right. He had earned it, and he would not be content with less.
Perrault took a hand. Between them they ran him about for the better part of an hour. They threw clubs at him. He dodged. They cursed him, and his fathers and mothers before him, and all his seed to come after him down to the remotest generation, and every hair on his body and drop of blood in his veins; and he answered curse with snarl and kept out of their reach. He did not try to run away, but retreated around and around the camp, advertising plainly that when his desire was met, he would come in and be good.
François sat down and scratched his head. Perrault looked at his watch and swore. Time was flying, and they should have been on the trail an
Allan R.Banks paintings
steps. François followed him up, whereupon he again retreated. After some time of this, François threw down the club, thinking that Buck feared a thrashing. But Buck was in open revolt. He wanted, not to escape a clubbing, but to have the leadership. It was his by right. He had earned it, and he would not be content with less.
Perrault took a hand. Between them they ran him about for the better part of an hour. They threw clubs at him. He dodged. They cursed him, and his fathers and mothers before him, and all his seed to come after him down to the remotest generation, and every hair on his body and drop of blood in his veins; and he answered curse with snarl and kept out of their reach. He did not try to run away, but retreated around and around the camp, advertising plainly that when his desire was met, he would come in and be good.
François sat down and scratched his head. Perrault looked at his watch and swore. Time was flying, and they should have been on the trail an
gustav klimt paintings
gustav klimt paintings
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camp on the shore of Lake Le Barge. Driving snow, a wind that cut like a white-hot knife, and darkness, had forced them to grope for a camping place. They could hardly have fared worse. At their backs rose a perpendicular wall of rock, and Perrault and François were compelled to make their fire and spread their sleeping robes on the ice of the lake itself. The tent they had discarded at Dyea in order to travel light. A few sticks of driftwood furnished them with a fire that thawed down through the ice and left them to eat supper in the dark.
Close in under the sheltering rock Buck made his nest. So snug and warm was it, that he was loath to leave it when
François distributed the fish which he had first thawed over the fire. But when Buck finished his ration and returned, he found his nest occupied. A warning snarl told him that the trespasser was Spitz. Till now Buck had avoided trouble with his enemy, but this was too much. The beast in him roared. He sprang upon Spitz with a fury which surprised them both, and Spitz particularly, for his whole experience with Buck had gone to teach him that his rival was an unusually timid dog, who managed to hold his own only because of his great weight and size.
oil painting reproduction
camp on the shore of Lake Le Barge. Driving snow, a wind that cut like a white-hot knife, and darkness, had forced them to grope for a camping place. They could hardly have fared worse. At their backs rose a perpendicular wall of rock, and Perrault and François were compelled to make their fire and spread their sleeping robes on the ice of the lake itself. The tent they had discarded at Dyea in order to travel light. A few sticks of driftwood furnished them with a fire that thawed down through the ice and left them to eat supper in the dark.
Close in under the sheltering rock Buck made his nest. So snug and warm was it, that he was loath to leave it when
François distributed the fish which he had first thawed over the fire. But when Buck finished his ration and returned, he found his nest occupied. A warning snarl told him that the trespasser was Spitz. Till now Buck had avoided trouble with his enemy, but this was too much. The beast in him roared. He sprang upon Spitz with a fury which surprised them both, and Spitz particularly, for his whole experience with Buck had gone to teach him that his rival was an unusually timid dog, who managed to hold his own only because of his great weight and size.
Friday, June 13, 2008
canvas painting
canvas painting
famous painting
O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,A most delicious banquet by his bed,And brave attendants near him when he wakes,Would not the beggar then forget himself?
First Huntsman
Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
Second Huntsman
It would seem strange unto him when he waked.
Lord
Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.Then take him up and manage well the jest:Carry him gently to my fairest chamberAnd hang it round with all my wanton pictures:Balm his foul head in warm distilled watersAnd burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:Procure me music ready when he wakes,To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;And if he chance to speak, be ready straightAnd with a low submissive reverenceSay 'What is it your honour will command?'Let one attend him with a silver basinFull of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers,Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'Some one be ready with a costly suitAnd ask him what apparel he will wear;Another tell him of his hounds and horse,And that his lady mourns at his disease:Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
famous painting
O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,A most delicious banquet by his bed,And brave attendants near him when he wakes,Would not the beggar then forget himself?
First Huntsman
Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
Second Huntsman
It would seem strange unto him when he waked.
Lord
Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.Then take him up and manage well the jest:Carry him gently to my fairest chamberAnd hang it round with all my wanton pictures:Balm his foul head in warm distilled watersAnd burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:Procure me music ready when he wakes,To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;And if he chance to speak, be ready straightAnd with a low submissive reverenceSay 'What is it your honour will command?'Let one attend him with a silver basinFull of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers,Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'Some one be ready with a costly suitAnd ask him what apparel he will wear;Another tell him of his hounds and horse,And that his lady mourns at his disease:Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
painting in oil
painting in oil
wisely to settle their feuds at home, and not to carry them on to British soil. It is an open secret that the credit of this smart capture belongs entirely to the well-known Scotland Yard officials, Messrs. Lestrade and Gregson. The man was apprehended, it appears, in the rooms of a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who has himself, as an amateur, shown some talent in the detective line and who, with such instructors, may hope in time to attain to some degree of their skill. It is expected that a testimonial of some
-124-sort will be presented to the two officers as a fitting recognition of their services."
"Didn't I tell you so when we started?" cried Sherlock Holmes with a laugh. "That's the result of all our Study in Scarlet: to get them a testimonial!"
"Never mind," I answered; I have all the facts in my journal, and the public shall know them. In the meantime you must make yourself contented by the consciousness of success, like the Roman miser --
"Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi simul ac nummos contemplar in arca."
wisely to settle their feuds at home, and not to carry them on to British soil. It is an open secret that the credit of this smart capture belongs entirely to the well-known Scotland Yard officials, Messrs. Lestrade and Gregson. The man was apprehended, it appears, in the rooms of a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who has himself, as an amateur, shown some talent in the detective line and who, with such instructors, may hope in time to attain to some degree of their skill. It is expected that a testimonial of some
-124-sort will be presented to the two officers as a fitting recognition of their services."
"Didn't I tell you so when we started?" cried Sherlock Holmes with a laugh. "That's the result of all our Study in Scarlet: to get them a testimonial!"
"Never mind," I answered; I have all the facts in my journal, and the public shall know them. In the meantime you must make yourself contented by the consciousness of success, like the Roman miser --
"Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi simul ac nummos contemplar in arca."
oil painting from picture
oil painting from picture
with the track of his feet. It is seldom that any man, unless he is very full-blooded, breaks out in this way through emotion, so I hazarded the opinion that the criminal was probably a robust and ruddy-faced man. Events proved that I had judged correctly.
"Having left the house, I proceeded to do what Gregson had neglected. I telegraphed to the head of the police at Cleveland, limiting my inquiry to the circumstances connected with the marriage of Enoch Drebber. The answer was conclusive. It told me that Drebber had already applied for the protection of the law against an old rival in love, named Jefferson Hope, and that this same Hope was at present in Europe. I knew now that I held the clue to the mystery in my hand, and all that remained was to secure the murderer.
"I had already determined in my own mind that the man who had walked into the house with Drebber was none other than the man who had driven the cab. The marks in the road
with the track of his feet. It is seldom that any man, unless he is very full-blooded, breaks out in this way through emotion, so I hazarded the opinion that the criminal was probably a robust and ruddy-faced man. Events proved that I had judged correctly.
"Having left the house, I proceeded to do what Gregson had neglected. I telegraphed to the head of the police at Cleveland, limiting my inquiry to the circumstances connected with the marriage of Enoch Drebber. The answer was conclusive. It told me that Drebber had already applied for the protection of the law against an old rival in love, named Jefferson Hope, and that this same Hope was at present in Europe. I knew now that I held the clue to the mystery in my hand, and all that remained was to secure the murderer.
"I had already determined in my own mind that the man who had walked into the house with Drebber was none other than the man who had driven the cab. The marks in the road
wholesale oil painting
wholesale oil painting
"I hardly expected that you would. Let me see if I can make it clearer. Most people, if you describe a train of events to them will tell you what the result would be. They can put those events together in their minds, and argue from them that something will come to pass. There are few people, however, who, if you told them a result, would be able to evolve from their own inner consciousness what the steps were which led up to that result. This power is what I mean when I talk of reasoning backward, or analytically."
"I understand," said I.
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"Now this was a case in which you were given the result and had to find everything else for yourself. Now let me endeavour to show you the different steps in my reasoning. To begin at the beginning. I approached the house, as you know, on foot, and with my mind entirely free from all impressions. I naturally began by examining the roadway, and there, as I have already explained to you, I saw clearly the marks of a cab, which, I ascertained by inquiry, must have been there during the night. I satisfied myself that it was a cab and not a private carriage by the narrow gauge of the wheels. The ordinary London growler is considerably less wide than a gentleman's brougham.
"I hardly expected that you would. Let me see if I can make it clearer. Most people, if you describe a train of events to them will tell you what the result would be. They can put those events together in their minds, and argue from them that something will come to pass. There are few people, however, who, if you told them a result, would be able to evolve from their own inner consciousness what the steps were which led up to that result. This power is what I mean when I talk of reasoning backward, or analytically."
"I understand," said I.
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"Now this was a case in which you were given the result and had to find everything else for yourself. Now let me endeavour to show you the different steps in my reasoning. To begin at the beginning. I approached the house, as you know, on foot, and with my mind entirely free from all impressions. I naturally began by examining the roadway, and there, as I have already explained to you, I saw clearly the marks of a cab, which, I ascertained by inquiry, must have been there during the night. I satisfied myself that it was a cab and not a private carriage by the narrow gauge of the wheels. The ordinary London growler is considerably less wide than a gentleman's brougham.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Fabian Perez the face of tango ii painting
Fabian Perez the face of tango ii painting
Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting
"The wells are to the right, my brothers," said one, a hard-lipped, clean-shaven man with grizzly hair.
"To the right of the Sierra Blanco -- so we shall reach the Rio Grande," said another.
"Fear not for water," cried a third. He who could draw it from the rocks will not now abandon His own chosen people."
"Amen! amen!" responded the whole party.
They were about to resume their journey when one of the youngest and keenest-eyed uttered an exclamation and pointed up at the rugged crag above them. From its summit there fluttered a little wisp of pink, showing up hard and bright against the gray rocks behind. At the sight there was a general reining up of horses and unslinging of guns, while fresh horsemen came galloping
-72-up to reinforce the vanguard. The word "Redskins" was on every lip.
Steve Hanks Casting Her Shadows painting
"The wells are to the right, my brothers," said one, a hard-lipped, clean-shaven man with grizzly hair.
"To the right of the Sierra Blanco -- so we shall reach the Rio Grande," said another.
"Fear not for water," cried a third. He who could draw it from the rocks will not now abandon His own chosen people."
"Amen! amen!" responded the whole party.
They were about to resume their journey when one of the youngest and keenest-eyed uttered an exclamation and pointed up at the rugged crag above them. From its summit there fluttered a little wisp of pink, showing up hard and bright against the gray rocks behind. At the sight there was a general reining up of horses and unslinging of guns, while fresh horsemen came galloping
-72-up to reinforce the vanguard. The word "Redskins" was on every lip.
Jacques-Louis David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting
Jacques-Louis David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting
William Bouguereau The Wave painting
dust drew nearer to the solitary bluff upon which the two castaways were reposing, the canvas-covered tilts of wagons and the figures of armed horsemen began to show up through the haze, and the apparition revealed itself as being a great caravan upon its journey for the West. But what a caravan! When the head of it had reached the base of the mountains, the rear was not yet visible on the horizon. Right across the enormous plain stretched the straggling array, wagons and carts, men on horseback, and men on foot. Innumerable women who staggered along under burdens, and children who toddled beside the wagons or peeped out from under the white coverings. This was evidently no ordinary party of immigrants, but rather some nomad people who had been compelled from stress of circumstances to seek themselves a new country. There rose through the clear air a confused clattering and rumbling from this great mass of humanity, with the creaking of wheels and the neighing of horses. Loud as it was, it was not sufficient to rouse the two tired wayfarers above them.
At the head of the column there rode a score or more of grave, iron-faced men, clad in sombre homespun garments and armed with rifles. On reaching the base of the bluff they halted, and held a short council among themselves.
William Bouguereau The Wave painting
dust drew nearer to the solitary bluff upon which the two castaways were reposing, the canvas-covered tilts of wagons and the figures of armed horsemen began to show up through the haze, and the apparition revealed itself as being a great caravan upon its journey for the West. But what a caravan! When the head of it had reached the base of the mountains, the rear was not yet visible on the horizon. Right across the enormous plain stretched the straggling array, wagons and carts, men on horseback, and men on foot. Innumerable women who staggered along under burdens, and children who toddled beside the wagons or peeped out from under the white coverings. This was evidently no ordinary party of immigrants, but rather some nomad people who had been compelled from stress of circumstances to seek themselves a new country. There rose through the clear air a confused clattering and rumbling from this great mass of humanity, with the creaking of wheels and the neighing of horses. Loud as it was, it was not sufficient to rouse the two tired wayfarers above them.
At the head of the column there rode a score or more of grave, iron-faced men, clad in sombre homespun garments and armed with rifles. On reaching the base of the bluff they halted, and held a short council among themselves.
Fabian Perez Tango painting
Fabian Perez Tango painting
Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
while the two voices -- the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh -- united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness. The prayer finished, they resumed their seat in the shadow of the boulder until the child fell asleep, nestling upon the broad breast of her protector. He watched over her slumber for some time, but Nature proved to be too strong for him. For three days and three nights he had allowed himself neither rest nor repose. Slowly the eyelids drooped over the tired eyes, and the head sunk lower and lower upon the breast, until the man's grizzled beard was mixed with the gold tresses of his companion, and both slept the same deep and dreamless slumber.
Had the wanderer remained awake for another half-hour a strange sight would have met his eyes. Far away on the extreme verge of the alkali plain there rose up a little spray of dust, very slight at first, and hardly to be distinguished from the mists of the distance, but gradually growing higher and broader until it formed a solid, well-defined cloud. This cloud continued to increase in size until it became evident that it could only be raised by a great multitude of moving creatures. In more fertile spots the observer would have come to the conclusion that one of those great herds of bisons which graze upon the prairie land was approaching him. This was obviously impossible in these arid wilds. As the whirl
Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
while the two voices -- the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh -- united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness. The prayer finished, they resumed their seat in the shadow of the boulder until the child fell asleep, nestling upon the broad breast of her protector. He watched over her slumber for some time, but Nature proved to be too strong for him. For three days and three nights he had allowed himself neither rest nor repose. Slowly the eyelids drooped over the tired eyes, and the head sunk lower and lower upon the breast, until the man's grizzled beard was mixed with the gold tresses of his companion, and both slept the same deep and dreamless slumber.
Had the wanderer remained awake for another half-hour a strange sight would have met his eyes. Far away on the extreme verge of the alkali plain there rose up a little spray of dust, very slight at first, and hardly to be distinguished from the mists of the distance, but gradually growing higher and broader until it formed a solid, well-defined cloud. This cloud continued to increase in size until it became evident that it could only be raised by a great multitude of moving creatures. In more fertile spots the observer would have come to the conclusion that one of those great herds of bisons which graze upon the prairie land was approaching him. This was obviously impossible in these arid wilds. As the whirl
Pierre-Auguste Cot The Storm painting
Pierre-Auguste Cot The Storm painting
Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
"It ain't night yet," she answered.
"It don't matter. It ain't quite regular, but He won't mind that, you bet. You say over them ones that you used to say every night in the wagon when we was on the plains."
"Why don't you say some yourself?" the child asked, with wondering eyes.
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"I disremember them," he answered. I hain't said none since I was half the height o' that gun. I guess it's never too late. You say them out, and I'll stand by and come in on the choruses."
"Then you'll need to kneel down, and me too," she said, laying the shawl out for that purpose. "You've got to put your hands up like this. It makes you feel kind of good."
It was a strange sight, had there been anything but the buzzards to see it. Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little prattling child and the reckless, hardened adventurer. Her chubby face and his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread Being with whom they were face to face,
Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
"It ain't night yet," she answered.
"It don't matter. It ain't quite regular, but He won't mind that, you bet. You say over them ones that you used to say every night in the wagon when we was on the plains."
"Why don't you say some yourself?" the child asked, with wondering eyes.
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"I disremember them," he answered. I hain't said none since I was half the height o' that gun. I guess it's never too late. You say them out, and I'll stand by and come in on the choruses."
"Then you'll need to kneel down, and me too," she said, laying the shawl out for that purpose. "You've got to put your hands up like this. It makes you feel kind of good."
It was a strange sight, had there been anything but the buzzards to see it. Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little prattling child and the reckless, hardened adventurer. Her chubby face and his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread Being with whom they were face to face,
Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting
Gustav Klimt Klimt Sappho painting
Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting
In the central portion of the great North American Continent there lies an arid and repulsive desert, which for many a long year served as a barrier against the advance of civilization. From the Sierra Nevada to Nebraska, and from the Yellowstone River in the north to the Colorado upon the south, is a region of desolation and silence. Nor is Nature always in one mood throughout this grim district. It comprises snow-capped and lofty mountains, and dark and gloomy valleys. There are swift-flowing rivers which dash through jagged canons; and there are enormous plains, which in winter are white with snow, and in summer are gray with the saline alkali dust. They all preserve, however, the common characteristics of barrenness, inhospitality, and misery.
There are no inhabitants of this land of despair. A band of Pawnees or of Blackfeet may occasionally traverse it in order to reach other hunting-grounds, but the hardiest of the braves are glad to lose sight of those awesome plains, and to find themselves once more upon their prairies. The coyote skulks among the scrub, the buzzard flaps heavily through the air, and the clumsy grizzly bear lumbers through the dark ravines, and picks up such sustenance as it can amongst the rocks. These are the sole dwellers in the wilderness.
Guillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche painting
In the central portion of the great North American Continent there lies an arid and repulsive desert, which for many a long year served as a barrier against the advance of civilization. From the Sierra Nevada to Nebraska, and from the Yellowstone River in the north to the Colorado upon the south, is a region of desolation and silence. Nor is Nature always in one mood throughout this grim district. It comprises snow-capped and lofty mountains, and dark and gloomy valleys. There are swift-flowing rivers which dash through jagged canons; and there are enormous plains, which in winter are white with snow, and in summer are gray with the saline alkali dust. They all preserve, however, the common characteristics of barrenness, inhospitality, and misery.
There are no inhabitants of this land of despair. A band of Pawnees or of Blackfeet may occasionally traverse it in order to reach other hunting-grounds, but the hardiest of the braves are glad to lose sight of those awesome plains, and to find themselves once more upon their prairies. The coyote skulks among the scrub, the buzzard flaps heavily through the air, and the clumsy grizzly bear lumbers through the dark ravines, and picks up such sustenance as it can amongst the rocks. These are the sole dwellers in the wilderness.
Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Fabian Perez white and red painting
which winds away and is lost in the extreme distance. It is rutted with wheels and trodden down by the feet of many adventurers. Here and there there are scattered white objects which glisten in the sun, and stand out against the dull deposit of alkali. Approach, and examine them! They are bones: some large and coarse, others smaller and more delicate. The former have belonged to oxen, and the latter to men. For fifteen hundred miles one may trace this ghastly caravan route by these scattered remains of those who had fallen by the wayside.
Looking down on this very scene, there stood upon the fourth of May, eighteen hundred and forty-seven, a solitary traveller. His appearance was such that he might have been the very genius or demon of the region. An observer would have found it difficult to say whether he was nearer to forty or to sixty. His face was lean and haggard, and the brown parchment-like skin was drawn tightly over the projecting bones; his long, brown hair and beard were all flecked and dashed with white; his eyes were sunken in his head, and burned
Fabian Perez white and red painting
which winds away and is lost in the extreme distance. It is rutted with wheels and trodden down by the feet of many adventurers. Here and there there are scattered white objects which glisten in the sun, and stand out against the dull deposit of alkali. Approach, and examine them! They are bones: some large and coarse, others smaller and more delicate. The former have belonged to oxen, and the latter to men. For fifteen hundred miles one may trace this ghastly caravan route by these scattered remains of those who had fallen by the wayside.
Looking down on this very scene, there stood upon the fourth of May, eighteen hundred and forty-seven, a solitary traveller. His appearance was such that he might have been the very genius or demon of the region. An observer would have found it difficult to say whether he was nearer to forty or to sixty. His face was lean and haggard, and the brown parchment-like skin was drawn tightly over the projecting bones; his long, brown hair and beard were all flecked and dashed with white; his eyes were sunken in his head, and burned
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings
Dante Gabriel Rossetti paintings
Daniel Ridgway Knight paintings
委屈！为那些正在遭受骚扰、蔑视、侮辱、恐吓、威胁的在韩华人感到委屈。本来是非曲直很清晰的一件事，已经被涂抹得失去了黑白，本来通过正规法律程序可以解决的问题，被蒙上了政治因素而混乱无常。韩国人的“自尊心”成为了平息事态最需要考虑的因素。
殊不知，2005年韩国农民在香港反世贸游行暴力致伤114人，其中包括44名警员，如今却被韩国媒体矢口否认，集体装聋作哑。如果韩国政府实在不知道如何抹平韩国民众“自尊心”受到的创伤，可参照中国香港政府处理2005年韩国农民在香港反世贸暴力游行的方式。
诱导国内反华情绪，韩国媒体的做法实在拙劣。力的作用总是相互的，韩国的不少企业在中国有相当大的市场，更何况三星还是2008北京奥运赞助商。反华的情绪一旦沾染上经济因素，损失的还是大集团的利益。加之前些日子某些韩国企业在中国玩人间蒸发，韩国人的诚信已经成为值得考量的内容。
作为中国人，我对韩国人最近自尊心很受伤的现实情况深表同情。但还是希望韩国人不要玩大了，有法国巴黎在前面做榜样，聪明的大韩民族应该清楚考验中国民众的耐心，挑战中国人的底线，都不是一件好玩的事。把端午节申报成韩国的世界文化遗产，在亚冬会上宣称长白山的主权，这些帐都记着呢！中国有句话送给韩国人：适可而止！
Daniel Ridgway Knight paintings
委屈！为那些正在遭受骚扰、蔑视、侮辱、恐吓、威胁的在韩华人感到委屈。本来是非曲直很清晰的一件事，已经被涂抹得失去了黑白，本来通过正规法律程序可以解决的问题，被蒙上了政治因素而混乱无常。韩国人的“自尊心”成为了平息事态最需要考虑的因素。
殊不知，2005年韩国农民在香港反世贸游行暴力致伤114人，其中包括44名警员，如今却被韩国媒体矢口否认，集体装聋作哑。如果韩国政府实在不知道如何抹平韩国民众“自尊心”受到的创伤，可参照中国香港政府处理2005年韩国农民在香港反世贸暴力游行的方式。
诱导国内反华情绪，韩国媒体的做法实在拙劣。力的作用总是相互的，韩国的不少企业在中国有相当大的市场，更何况三星还是2008北京奥运赞助商。反华的情绪一旦沾染上经济因素，损失的还是大集团的利益。加之前些日子某些韩国企业在中国玩人间蒸发，韩国人的诚信已经成为值得考量的内容。
作为中国人，我对韩国人最近自尊心很受伤的现实情况深表同情。但还是希望韩国人不要玩大了，有法国巴黎在前面做榜样，聪明的大韩民族应该清楚考验中国民众的耐心，挑战中国人的底线，都不是一件好玩的事。把端午节申报成韩国的世界文化遗产，在亚冬会上宣称长白山的主权，这些帐都记着呢！中国有句话送给韩国人：适可而止！
Cheri Blum paintings
Cheri Blum paintings
Camille Pissarro paintings
、X光、红外透视、还有云云，这些设备很大的！~光一个夜视望远镜就做的和炮桶一样了！还要做摄象头，难道军队不希望能用又小又轻便的东西嘛！
找不到就不要找了，安心谁自己的觉，一个大男人怕什么~！光着屁股给他拍也没关系啊，难道那坏蛋是变态？
不要提心钓胆的了我看应该是心理问题，楼主和他朋友都有点问题了
那人是不是楼主的女朋友啊? 我朋友没有国安局的朋友,我也没有。另外，我朋友与其妻儿住在一起，他被偷窥，他妻儿也必是受害者。像女人洗澡，上厕所是最容易让变态狂偷窥的。我朋友肯定不能不管不问，即使不为自己，他也要考虑到家人的感受，凭什么他的私生活要被变态狂偷窥？！谁赋予了他们这个权利？！你朋友需要的是医生，妄想加强迫症。你朋友是不是吸毒啊，溜冰什么的。带他去看医生比较好。你朋友的计算机是不是装摄相头，如果有叫他看看计算机是不是被控制了！还有如果我估计这么久是无线早没电了！检查家里所有线路！图象可以借助 电话线！网络线 视频线 加密传播！但是一点可以肯定那家肯定有探头 认真查找！还有有可能是长焦距相机偷拍！如果还不行那他就被国安局盯上了！
Camille Pissarro paintings
、X光、红外透视、还有云云，这些设备很大的！~光一个夜视望远镜就做的和炮桶一样了！还要做摄象头，难道军队不希望能用又小又轻便的东西嘛！
找不到就不要找了，安心谁自己的觉，一个大男人怕什么~！光着屁股给他拍也没关系啊，难道那坏蛋是变态？
不要提心钓胆的了我看应该是心理问题，楼主和他朋友都有点问题了
那人是不是楼主的女朋友啊? 我朋友没有国安局的朋友,我也没有。另外，我朋友与其妻儿住在一起，他被偷窥，他妻儿也必是受害者。像女人洗澡，上厕所是最容易让变态狂偷窥的。我朋友肯定不能不管不问，即使不为自己，他也要考虑到家人的感受，凭什么他的私生活要被变态狂偷窥？！谁赋予了他们这个权利？！你朋友需要的是医生，妄想加强迫症。你朋友是不是吸毒啊，溜冰什么的。带他去看医生比较好。你朋友的计算机是不是装摄相头，如果有叫他看看计算机是不是被控制了！还有如果我估计这么久是无线早没电了！检查家里所有线路！图象可以借助 电话线！网络线 视频线 加密传播！但是一点可以肯定那家肯定有探头 认真查找！还有有可能是长焦距相机偷拍！如果还不行那他就被国安局盯上了！
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
Berthe Morisot paintings
我朋友现在很少上网，我想他应该不认识你，不知你何出此言？我可以坦白地告诉你，你所说的这些只是胡猜与臆想，我朋友不是这样的人。你前面几句话我愣是没看懂，什么意思不妨明说出来。不管告不告得了偷窥者，寻找真理，寻找正义，寻找良知，是我，我朋友，以及所有愿意为此付出牺牲甚至生命的朋友要去维护的事。有些事不是搬家就能解决的，若我朋友搬了家，对方丧心病狂又找到我朋友怎么办？谁能保证这种变态人渣不会有禽兽不如的举动？！中国虽是央央大国，虽然人口众多，社会上虽然还有很多黑暗面，但人类向上向往和平向往自由向往光明的心永远不会被抹杀。你若不信，看看我这贴中的回复，很多朋友热心的出主意，提建议，都证明了他们都是支持正义的人士。你虽然回了贴，但我对你没好感，因你的话，伤了我，亵渎了我朋友。 我真服了你们了~楼主如果关系好的话就找国安局的帮你朋友找吧~
我怀疑更本就没什么摄象头!
1、墙也刷了? 没看到有什么连接线之类的？那就至少这东西不是有线传输的
2、无线的？更不可能，什么太阳能，要偷窥就偷窥卧室吧，晚上睡觉了灯一关，拍个毛啊！而且有那么多电吗？？
3、去问问你朋友，那人是不是就是有几张你朋友出丑或者其他的照片而已吧！以这个做要挟就不叼他了！
Berthe Morisot paintings
我朋友现在很少上网，我想他应该不认识你，不知你何出此言？我可以坦白地告诉你，你所说的这些只是胡猜与臆想，我朋友不是这样的人。你前面几句话我愣是没看懂，什么意思不妨明说出来。不管告不告得了偷窥者，寻找真理，寻找正义，寻找良知，是我，我朋友，以及所有愿意为此付出牺牲甚至生命的朋友要去维护的事。有些事不是搬家就能解决的，若我朋友搬了家，对方丧心病狂又找到我朋友怎么办？谁能保证这种变态人渣不会有禽兽不如的举动？！中国虽是央央大国，虽然人口众多，社会上虽然还有很多黑暗面，但人类向上向往和平向往自由向往光明的心永远不会被抹杀。你若不信，看看我这贴中的回复，很多朋友热心的出主意，提建议，都证明了他们都是支持正义的人士。你虽然回了贴，但我对你没好感，因你的话，伤了我，亵渎了我朋友。 我真服了你们了~楼主如果关系好的话就找国安局的帮你朋友找吧~
我怀疑更本就没什么摄象头!
1、墙也刷了? 没看到有什么连接线之类的？那就至少这东西不是有线传输的
2、无线的？更不可能，什么太阳能，要偷窥就偷窥卧室吧，晚上睡觉了灯一关，拍个毛啊！而且有那么多电吗？？
3、去问问你朋友，那人是不是就是有几张你朋友出丑或者其他的照片而已吧！以这个做要挟就不叼他了！
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
可怜的人啊,做事一般都有目的的,如果只为取笑玩弄他人的人也有,但那得看为什么,要花费多少代价,值得与否,估计你那朋友是女性,被人伤害过了,那人又不想她好过,所以设计了很多阻碍来袭扰她,只要没证据你就告不了他,所以搬家不失为好办法,至于是否值得搬家,那我得问你了,你说是一直怀疑有人害你而活的战战兢兢,还是找个少人认识的地方自由生活好呢只给楼主一个建议，别听那些红外摄像之类的瞎吹，只要你确实仔细检查过所有墙壁和地面，包括窗口附近，没有露出的镜头，就不用有什么担心了。
顺便问一句，他真的得罪黑社会了么？别自己吓自己。就算黑社会也没这么龌龊，直接砍人了。 非常感谢这位朋友的回复。尽管这中间有些专业术语我不太懂，但大概意思我明白了，我会让我朋友参照这方式去检查的。代我朋友再次谢谢您。
我看你主要还是心病。 谢谢秦皇剑朋友，你的再次回复让我感觉温暖。这世界热心的好人多，代我朋友再谢谢您。
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
可怜的人啊,做事一般都有目的的,如果只为取笑玩弄他人的人也有,但那得看为什么,要花费多少代价,值得与否,估计你那朋友是女性,被人伤害过了,那人又不想她好过,所以设计了很多阻碍来袭扰她,只要没证据你就告不了他,所以搬家不失为好办法,至于是否值得搬家,那我得问你了,你说是一直怀疑有人害你而活的战战兢兢,还是找个少人认识的地方自由生活好呢只给楼主一个建议，别听那些红外摄像之类的瞎吹，只要你确实仔细检查过所有墙壁和地面，包括窗口附近，没有露出的镜头，就不用有什么担心了。
顺便问一句，他真的得罪黑社会了么？别自己吓自己。就算黑社会也没这么龌龊，直接砍人了。 非常感谢这位朋友的回复。尽管这中间有些专业术语我不太懂，但大概意思我明白了，我会让我朋友参照这方式去检查的。代我朋友再次谢谢您。
我看你主要还是心病。 谢谢秦皇剑朋友，你的再次回复让我感觉温暖。这世界热心的好人多，代我朋友再谢谢您。
Albert Bierstadt paintings
Albert Bierstadt paintings
Andreas Achenbach paintings
有线摄像头中的外接电源类：首先确定没有外部线路非正常穿越或经过你朋友的家，电话线等弱电线路既能共能又能作数据传输均有可能，然后切断家里所有电器的电源，不是切总电源，如果还有用电，那应该是有其他用电设备还在使用，可能是外接电源型的摄像头。（有线摄像头数据直接传出型的也得按第一步查，注意别剪了邻居家的电话线）
无线摄像头中的外接电源类：基本同上，配合民用无线视频或音频接收设备。
无线摄像头中的无外接电源类：除非那玩意是核动力的，自带上下行数据加密，智能升级，静默移动等技术，还可以远程单线遥控开关机对外部检测设备带自动回避功能的，不然用无线视频或音频接收设备肯定能查出点什么来。呵呵，仿磁涂料一般都刮两遍，厚度接近一毫米。挡住了镜头，针孔机就成了废物，再先进的摄像设备也能挡住。透视人体的红外线设备还没听说过。我想别人不会用X线机当偷窥设备吧。
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如果不相信，可以用仿磁涂料抹在手机摄像头上，看看效果就知道了。
Andreas Achenbach paintings
有线摄像头中的外接电源类：首先确定没有外部线路非正常穿越或经过你朋友的家，电话线等弱电线路既能共能又能作数据传输均有可能，然后切断家里所有电器的电源，不是切总电源，如果还有用电，那应该是有其他用电设备还在使用，可能是外接电源型的摄像头。（有线摄像头数据直接传出型的也得按第一步查，注意别剪了邻居家的电话线）
无线摄像头中的外接电源类：基本同上，配合民用无线视频或音频接收设备。
无线摄像头中的无外接电源类：除非那玩意是核动力的，自带上下行数据加密，智能升级，静默移动等技术，还可以远程单线遥控开关机对外部检测设备带自动回避功能的，不然用无线视频或音频接收设备肯定能查出点什么来。呵呵，仿磁涂料一般都刮两遍，厚度接近一毫米。挡住了镜头，针孔机就成了废物，再先进的摄像设备也能挡住。透视人体的红外线设备还没听说过。我想别人不会用X线机当偷窥设备吧。
[ 转自铁血社区 http://bbs.tiexue.net/ ]
如果不相信，可以用仿磁涂料抹在手机摄像头上，看看效果就知道了。
Mediterranean paintings
Mediterranean paintings
Oil Painting Gallery
所以，在国家关系的战略层面，巴的政局变化，对中巴关系不会有实质性影响。中国不会干涉巴基斯坦内政，这是原则；但是中国希望巴基斯坦政局和国家有一个稳定的局面，只有这样巴基斯坦的经济才能大步发展，中国也会竭尽全力支持。可以说，“巴基斯坦稳定”和中国“竭尽全力支持”是挂钩的，这也可以说是中国独巴基斯坦的影响力所在。不稳定也没法发展经济，任何执政者都没法得到人民的拥护，这一点无论台上台下的都明白。再有死地印度经济快步再跑，巴基斯坦如果原地踏步，会有更深次危机。
这些制约因素决定，巴基斯坦如果没有外来势力的挑逗，政局不会剧烈起伏。现在是美帝在作梗，那么我们就要帮助巴基斯坦消解压力，顶得住站得稳。这个工作我们正在做，“谋万世之业”就是要使巴能够稳定，经济能有发展，人民能从中得到好处。
以目前国内的经济问题一大堆,如震后重建工作（估计需2/5年，5仟至8仟亿人民币资金），股市的恢复和振兴， 房地产的调控，教育的加大投入，经济结构的进一步提升，产业的升级等等。说实话， 中国还没有这个强大的`经济能力去帮助它国摆脱经济危机。看看80年代中南美洲的危机， 美国能做到什么程度就明白.看来, 这个忙帮的得法的话,中国和越南的关系有几十年的稳定.说是经济问题, 实质也是越南内部的政治方向问题.对中国是会带来切身的影响
Oil Painting Gallery
所以，在国家关系的战略层面，巴的政局变化，对中巴关系不会有实质性影响。中国不会干涉巴基斯坦内政，这是原则；但是中国希望巴基斯坦政局和国家有一个稳定的局面，只有这样巴基斯坦的经济才能大步发展，中国也会竭尽全力支持。可以说，“巴基斯坦稳定”和中国“竭尽全力支持”是挂钩的，这也可以说是中国独巴基斯坦的影响力所在。不稳定也没法发展经济，任何执政者都没法得到人民的拥护，这一点无论台上台下的都明白。再有死地印度经济快步再跑，巴基斯坦如果原地踏步，会有更深次危机。
这些制约因素决定，巴基斯坦如果没有外来势力的挑逗，政局不会剧烈起伏。现在是美帝在作梗，那么我们就要帮助巴基斯坦消解压力，顶得住站得稳。这个工作我们正在做，“谋万世之业”就是要使巴能够稳定，经济能有发展，人民能从中得到好处。
以目前国内的经济问题一大堆,如震后重建工作（估计需2/5年，5仟至8仟亿人民币资金），股市的恢复和振兴， 房地产的调控，教育的加大投入，经济结构的进一步提升，产业的升级等等。说实话， 中国还没有这个强大的`经济能力去帮助它国摆脱经济危机。看看80年代中南美洲的危机， 美国能做到什么程度就明白.看来, 这个忙帮的得法的话,中国和越南的关系有几十年的稳定.说是经济问题, 实质也是越南内部的政治方向问题.对中国是会带来切身的影响
gustav klimt paintings
gustav klimt paintings
oil painting reproduction
从越南来说，印支半岛老大的梦不是不想做，可同中国的历史上领属关系，压抑它至今，它其实上是无路可出，地缘决定了它，不论什么历史时期想依赖谁，来摆脱这种地缘、精神、民族的压抑感，只逞一时，最终又回到“正在初始化”的起点：与中国的领属关系上来。不是它不想为，是别人想帮它时，看到了这个“正在初始化”的结局，所以，帮也只是“帮”，而助不了，利用而已。即使霸权主义和它搞的火热，也是利用它来牵制中国。越南明白不，太明白了，它也想借此把同中国的关系抬抬筹码或价码而已，还能帮什么？
从中国来说，睦邻周边是国策，对周边国家除了俄罗斯的实力外，均不构成对中国的实质性根本危害。施恩雨露一番，目的是为了中国。龙颜冲冠武威一番，目的还是为了中国。我们从没做过与中国无关的沙事，当年对越南施恩，也是为了中国，不然战火会烧到中国。如果谁不明白，可以回顾一下历史即可，无需展开。现时中国对越南，不愿意过分分心，对越南的开放中国只是提醒过根据你自己的情况，中国的发展只是参考。这个在他们领导人来时，反复讲过。至于越南自己开放过头了，那是它自己的问题。中国没有在南海上采取进一步的措施，也是因为中国对中南半岛的局势处于掌握之中，图大略，知道它再折腾，也跳不出中国，我们何必在越南的小动作上“认真”。这次他遇到了困难，别人他也找了，结果呢：帮不了。这时越南彻底明白了，谁是它的真正靠山和朋友。
oil painting reproduction
从越南来说，印支半岛老大的梦不是不想做，可同中国的历史上领属关系，压抑它至今，它其实上是无路可出，地缘决定了它，不论什么历史时期想依赖谁，来摆脱这种地缘、精神、民族的压抑感，只逞一时，最终又回到“正在初始化”的起点：与中国的领属关系上来。不是它不想为，是别人想帮它时，看到了这个“正在初始化”的结局，所以，帮也只是“帮”，而助不了，利用而已。即使霸权主义和它搞的火热，也是利用它来牵制中国。越南明白不，太明白了，它也想借此把同中国的关系抬抬筹码或价码而已，还能帮什么？
从中国来说，睦邻周边是国策，对周边国家除了俄罗斯的实力外，均不构成对中国的实质性根本危害。施恩雨露一番，目的是为了中国。龙颜冲冠武威一番，目的还是为了中国。我们从没做过与中国无关的沙事，当年对越南施恩，也是为了中国，不然战火会烧到中国。如果谁不明白，可以回顾一下历史即可，无需展开。现时中国对越南，不愿意过分分心，对越南的开放中国只是提醒过根据你自己的情况，中国的发展只是参考。这个在他们领导人来时，反复讲过。至于越南自己开放过头了，那是它自己的问题。中国没有在南海上采取进一步的措施，也是因为中国对中南半岛的局势处于掌握之中，图大略，知道它再折腾，也跳不出中国，我们何必在越南的小动作上“认真”。这次他遇到了困难，别人他也找了，结果呢：帮不了。这时越南彻底明白了，谁是它的真正靠山和朋友。
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
中国西进印度洋通道，也面临马六甲"海盗"，这也是一个全球问题。当然中国不能因为这个小利而忘大义（不干涉内政），就要求写入相关国家的海军舰只和军用飞机"在索马里政府同意的情况下"，进入领海打击海盗。
这个等于国际海上"维和"，中国海军如果借着这个出去，也是很好的掩蔽。不过这方面我们没有经验，尤其海军远洋执行任务，倒是可以与俄罗斯或者合作，或者找肯尼亚、坦桑尼亚登临近国家海军合作，有个落脚点，就可以减少很多意想不到的困难。军队出门要循序渐进，打着联合国决议的金牌牌，是个机会。博客文章:印度反思中印战争：不明白当年怎么要激怒解放军 朝鲜日报驻华盛顿特派记者 李河远 (2008.06.10 10:41) 美国国务卿康多莉扎-赖斯（照片）在双月刊外交专刊《外交》7、8月期上发表的文章中，将日本和澳大利亚称作"同盟国(alliance)"，将韩国称作"全球伙伴(global partner)"。
赖斯以《重新思考国家利益，面向新世界的美式现实主义》为题在该杂志封面故事中发表文章。她在文章中表示："亚太地区的民主化程度正逐渐深化。这种现象使我们的同盟范围扩大，使我们（和其他国家）共享的目标取得进展。"
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
中国西进印度洋通道，也面临马六甲"海盗"，这也是一个全球问题。当然中国不能因为这个小利而忘大义（不干涉内政），就要求写入相关国家的海军舰只和军用飞机"在索马里政府同意的情况下"，进入领海打击海盗。
这个等于国际海上"维和"，中国海军如果借着这个出去，也是很好的掩蔽。不过这方面我们没有经验，尤其海军远洋执行任务，倒是可以与俄罗斯或者合作，或者找肯尼亚、坦桑尼亚登临近国家海军合作，有个落脚点，就可以减少很多意想不到的困难。军队出门要循序渐进，打着联合国决议的金牌牌，是个机会。博客文章:印度反思中印战争：不明白当年怎么要激怒解放军 朝鲜日报驻华盛顿特派记者 李河远 (2008.06.10 10:41) 美国国务卿康多莉扎-赖斯（照片）在双月刊外交专刊《外交》7、8月期上发表的文章中，将日本和澳大利亚称作"同盟国(alliance)"，将韩国称作"全球伙伴(global partner)"。
赖斯以《重新思考国家利益，面向新世界的美式现实主义》为题在该杂志封面故事中发表文章。她在文章中表示："亚太地区的民主化程度正逐渐深化。这种现象使我们的同盟范围扩大，使我们（和其他国家）共享的目标取得进展。"
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting painting
William Etty William Etty painting
如果越北与中国云南广西的几个经济圈形成，成为越南经济支柱，中国就有绳子，再图南海问题解决就好办多了。这个中间会有反复的，亲美"海洋派"可能会有反扑，在南海闹点事情，这时候就要中国南海舰队出击一下，乘机把看好的岛礁拿回来，强化越南当局与中国对抗死路一条的"牢不可破"观念，把"海洋派"气焰彻底摧毁掉。所以，预案一定要准备好，到时候根据情况，由南海舰队果断出击，该拿就拿，毫不手软。
中国建立东南亚后院，越南可以做桥头堡，通盘解决越南是上策，把与越南的经济关系、与越南的南海纠纷，放在东南亚大格局中考虑。要充分利用越南经济危机的机会以及内部派系的激烈斗争。把收岛礁与扶持"友好派"结合起来，对付"海洋派"要来硬的，对"友好派"是鼓励他们把越南经济绑上中国经济快车，把中越南海问题放到解决两国经济一体化的大环境下解决，作为奠定东南亚经济圈的桥头堡。这次是个机会，就是我们在救灾，能否顾及这些事情。
过去对"干涉内政"中国至少从道义上是否决，投票倾向，不是弃权（较多）就是否决（较少）。目前在慢慢改变策略，从伊朗问题就可以看出来。投赞成票，有时候更能搅局。这次第1816号，原来是要作为打击海盗的全球规则，因为有印尼等国搅局，把这个决议的规则作为"仅适用于索马里"。中国首先以投赞成票的姿态参与，因
William Etty William Etty painting
如果越北与中国云南广西的几个经济圈形成，成为越南经济支柱，中国就有绳子，再图南海问题解决就好办多了。这个中间会有反复的，亲美"海洋派"可能会有反扑，在南海闹点事情，这时候就要中国南海舰队出击一下，乘机把看好的岛礁拿回来，强化越南当局与中国对抗死路一条的"牢不可破"观念，把"海洋派"气焰彻底摧毁掉。所以，预案一定要准备好，到时候根据情况，由南海舰队果断出击，该拿就拿，毫不手软。
中国建立东南亚后院，越南可以做桥头堡，通盘解决越南是上策，把与越南的经济关系、与越南的南海纠纷，放在东南亚大格局中考虑。要充分利用越南经济危机的机会以及内部派系的激烈斗争。把收岛礁与扶持"友好派"结合起来，对付"海洋派"要来硬的，对"友好派"是鼓励他们把越南经济绑上中国经济快车，把中越南海问题放到解决两国经济一体化的大环境下解决，作为奠定东南亚经济圈的桥头堡。这次是个机会，就是我们在救灾，能否顾及这些事情。
过去对"干涉内政"中国至少从道义上是否决，投票倾向，不是弃权（较多）就是否决（较少）。目前在慢慢改变策略，从伊朗问题就可以看出来。投赞成票，有时候更能搅局。这次第1816号，原来是要作为打击海盗的全球规则，因为有印尼等国搅局，把这个决议的规则作为"仅适用于索马里"。中国首先以投赞成票的姿态参与，因
Vernet Two Soldiers On Horseback painting
Vernet Two Soldiers On Horseback painting
Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting 我说他无耻，是因为韩国的国歌里居然把“白头山”--即：中国长白山，说成是他们的！难道大家就都没发现吗？难道这还不无耻吗？！！就是这样的，没脊梁的家伙，人家大了你脸，你还说是因为她被别人欺负久了，要知道，可恨之人必有可恨之处可以帮他改改：用我们的意志和精神，热爱我们亲爱的美国。把身心与忠诚献给她。就更符合现在的身份了。韩国的国歌歌词真有点无知：长白山的岩石大部分是火山岩和火山灰，尤其在长白山顶，一跺脚都是空声，山石酥软，“白头山”的石头早就烂了！如此比较，韩国还能有“万万年”？终于发现一个被韩棒子"篡改的,疯狂的"历史洗脑成功的国人了.
少看点韩剧吧...少在这里说教!!最鄙视你这样的人,,,被人家都骑在头上了,还在为它们想,被人欺负多了转过来欺欺别人也可以理解它的嘛???????
你Y脑子进水呀?不会说话不说OK?没人当你哑巴的!!!便宜便宜嘴罢了，理解它们把，东海边的小鱼村民间没见过大市面，见了上邦主国自然要把自己夸大点
Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting 我说他无耻，是因为韩国的国歌里居然把“白头山”--即：中国长白山，说成是他们的！难道大家就都没发现吗？难道这还不无耻吗？！！就是这样的，没脊梁的家伙，人家大了你脸，你还说是因为她被别人欺负久了，要知道，可恨之人必有可恨之处可以帮他改改：用我们的意志和精神，热爱我们亲爱的美国。把身心与忠诚献给她。就更符合现在的身份了。韩国的国歌歌词真有点无知：长白山的岩石大部分是火山岩和火山灰，尤其在长白山顶，一跺脚都是空声，山石酥软，“白头山”的石头早就烂了！如此比较，韩国还能有“万万年”？终于发现一个被韩棒子"篡改的,疯狂的"历史洗脑成功的国人了.
少看点韩剧吧...少在这里说教!!最鄙视你这样的人,,,被人家都骑在头上了,还在为它们想,被人欺负多了转过来欺欺别人也可以理解它的嘛???????
你Y脑子进水呀?不会说话不说OK?没人当你哑巴的!!!便宜便宜嘴罢了，理解它们把，东海边的小鱼村民间没见过大市面，见了上邦主国自然要把自己夸大点
Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting
Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting
Pino Restfull painting
入某些人眼里伟大的大清王朝，前期与兄弟民族打内战，反击俄罗斯，欺负朝鲜、缅甸等小弟弟，还行吧。
直到1840年，中华民族自产生4000年之后，才第一次遭受了侵略，那就是我们都非常熟悉的鸦片战争。中国第一次被侵略，我们就被打败了，在此，我们不得不对大清王朝送上十二万分的鄙视，实在丢脸啊，中国的伟大记录就这么被满清葬送了，此后，一发不可收拾，第二次鸦片战争、中法战争、甲午战争、八国联军入侵，在满清的统治下，中国竟然连续被入侵，竟然连续被打败，我们再次对满清王朝送上十二万分的鄙视。直到抗日战争，国民政府才在美国的帮助下取得了胜利，这也是中华民族第一个反侵略战争的胜利。
此后，新中国成立，进行过朝鲜战争、中印战争等，都是局部战争，边境战争，按照官方说法，都赢了。
这样，从传说的炎帝黄帝到1840年近4000多年的中国古代史上，中国与中华民族不仅在反侵略战争中打败仗的次数是零，连遭受外族侵略的次数都是零。这是一个怎样辉煌的记录啊，这是怎样一个光荣的记录啊，翻遍我的词典也无法形容，人类几千年历史，多少国家灭亡了，多少民族灭亡了，唯有中华民族，屹立于世界东方，只有我们欺负外族，却从没有被外族欺负过。想想一下，外国人看到这样的结论，会是怎样的目瞪口呆，进而佩服得五体投地啊。
Pino Restfull painting
入某些人眼里伟大的大清王朝，前期与兄弟民族打内战，反击俄罗斯，欺负朝鲜、缅甸等小弟弟，还行吧。
直到1840年，中华民族自产生4000年之后，才第一次遭受了侵略，那就是我们都非常熟悉的鸦片战争。中国第一次被侵略，我们就被打败了，在此，我们不得不对大清王朝送上十二万分的鄙视，实在丢脸啊，中国的伟大记录就这么被满清葬送了，此后，一发不可收拾，第二次鸦片战争、中法战争、甲午战争、八国联军入侵，在满清的统治下，中国竟然连续被入侵，竟然连续被打败，我们再次对满清王朝送上十二万分的鄙视。直到抗日战争，国民政府才在美国的帮助下取得了胜利，这也是中华民族第一个反侵略战争的胜利。
此后，新中国成立，进行过朝鲜战争、中印战争等，都是局部战争，边境战争，按照官方说法，都赢了。
这样，从传说的炎帝黄帝到1840年近4000多年的中国古代史上，中国与中华民族不仅在反侵略战争中打败仗的次数是零，连遭受外族侵略的次数都是零。这是一个怎样辉煌的记录啊，这是怎样一个光荣的记录啊，翻遍我的词典也无法形容，人类几千年历史，多少国家灭亡了，多少民族灭亡了，唯有中华民族，屹立于世界东方，只有我们欺负外族，却从没有被外族欺负过。想想一下，外国人看到这样的结论，会是怎样的目瞪口呆，进而佩服得五体投地啊。
hassam Geraniums painting
hassam Geraniums painting
Kahlo Roots painting
争，对象是突厥。不过呢，突厥还算不上是侵略了中国，虽然唐高祖有短暂的对突厥称臣的时候，隋唐对突厥一直都是占优势的，最后将东西突厥灭掉，赶得远远的。再提一下，唐朝还短暂教训过新罗、狠狠教训了日本，天宝年间在恒罗斯与大食打了一仗，战败，这几个都是真正与外国外族打仗了，但是战场都在国外，既不是侵略，也不是反侵略。之后大食兵曾数次进入长安烧杀掠夺，但那是我们请他们来参加平定安史之乱的，也不算被侵略。辉煌的隋唐也都没有被侵略的历史。
然后进入宋朝，宋与西夏、宋与辽、宋与金打了仅三百年战争，对象都是中国少数民族，都是内战，都是兄弟倪墙，积弱的宋朝也没有被外族入侵的历史。
进入元朝，那更不用提了，只有我们的蒙古远征军侵略别人的，哪轮到别人侵略中国，按照历史专家的说法，元朝是中国最扬眉吐气的时候。
进入明朝，在北方与兄弟民族蒙古打了200多年内战，中后期沿海遭倭寇骚乱，也不过倭寇充其量也就是骚乱，说侵略的话还真抬举他们了。然后大明朝在朝鲜狠狠的教训了日本。明朝末年，荷兰占据了台湾，不过荷兰人来的时候并未发生战事，很快又被民族英雄郑成功赶走了。所以，终明一朝，中国也没有被侵略的历史
Kahlo Roots painting
争，对象是突厥。不过呢，突厥还算不上是侵略了中国，虽然唐高祖有短暂的对突厥称臣的时候，隋唐对突厥一直都是占优势的，最后将东西突厥灭掉，赶得远远的。再提一下，唐朝还短暂教训过新罗、狠狠教训了日本，天宝年间在恒罗斯与大食打了一仗，战败，这几个都是真正与外国外族打仗了，但是战场都在国外，既不是侵略，也不是反侵略。之后大食兵曾数次进入长安烧杀掠夺，但那是我们请他们来参加平定安史之乱的，也不算被侵略。辉煌的隋唐也都没有被侵略的历史。
然后进入宋朝，宋与西夏、宋与辽、宋与金打了仅三百年战争，对象都是中国少数民族，都是内战，都是兄弟倪墙，积弱的宋朝也没有被外族入侵的历史。
进入元朝，那更不用提了，只有我们的蒙古远征军侵略别人的，哪轮到别人侵略中国，按照历史专家的说法，元朝是中国最扬眉吐气的时候。
进入明朝，在北方与兄弟民族蒙古打了200多年内战，中后期沿海遭倭寇骚乱，也不过倭寇充其量也就是骚乱，说侵略的话还真抬举他们了。然后大明朝在朝鲜狠狠的教训了日本。明朝末年，荷兰占据了台湾，不过荷兰人来的时候并未发生战事，很快又被民族英雄郑成功赶走了。所以，终明一朝，中国也没有被侵略的历史
Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting
Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting
Goya Nude Maja painting
某日，想到某些历史专家们称宋金战争是中国内战，突发奇想，如果这个是内战，那么，古代中国哪些战争才是外族入侵啊。一算之下，大吓一跳，原来，中国竟然是古代世界上唯一从未受过侵略的国家。
自炎黄二帝以始，夏、商、周，直到秦、汉，那些戎狄啊、匈奴啊，按照史书，不是炎黄之苗裔，就是中国古代的少数民族。当然没有中国被入侵的说法了。
然后到西晋及五胡乱华，这是中国灾难深重的一个时期，不过制造灾难的竟然也是我们中国人自己，比如羯族，从西晋末年才从中亚迁徙到中国中原的，他们是高鼻深目的白种人，在血缘上和原来的中国人八百辈子也搭不上关系，他们有自己的语言，有自己的政权，屠杀了几百万汉族人，对待汉族有如对待牲畜，直到冉闵把他们屠杀干净。就是这样的民族，在史书中仍然被称为中国的少数民族，那么，也当然不是入侵者了。
经过几百年民族融合进入隋唐。对中原王朝的主要威胁变成了突厥。要特别指出的是，突厥与匈奴在历史上非常相似，但是，在历史教科书中，匈奴被称为中国的少数民族，而突厥则不是，历史专家们可以将西辽、高州回鹘等列为中国少数民族建立的边疆政权，唯独东西突厥都没被列入，原因就不探讨了。既然没列入，那么突厥就是属于外国政权了。这样，在中华民族形成近3000年之后，才迎来了第一次与外族的
Goya Nude Maja painting
某日，想到某些历史专家们称宋金战争是中国内战，突发奇想，如果这个是内战，那么，古代中国哪些战争才是外族入侵啊。一算之下，大吓一跳，原来，中国竟然是古代世界上唯一从未受过侵略的国家。
自炎黄二帝以始，夏、商、周，直到秦、汉，那些戎狄啊、匈奴啊，按照史书，不是炎黄之苗裔，就是中国古代的少数民族。当然没有中国被入侵的说法了。
然后到西晋及五胡乱华，这是中国灾难深重的一个时期，不过制造灾难的竟然也是我们中国人自己，比如羯族，从西晋末年才从中亚迁徙到中国中原的，他们是高鼻深目的白种人，在血缘上和原来的中国人八百辈子也搭不上关系，他们有自己的语言，有自己的政权，屠杀了几百万汉族人，对待汉族有如对待牲畜，直到冉闵把他们屠杀干净。就是这样的民族，在史书中仍然被称为中国的少数民族，那么，也当然不是入侵者了。
经过几百年民族融合进入隋唐。对中原王朝的主要威胁变成了突厥。要特别指出的是，突厥与匈奴在历史上非常相似，但是，在历史教科书中，匈奴被称为中国的少数民族，而突厥则不是，历史专家们可以将西辽、高州回鹘等列为中国少数民族建立的边疆政权，唯独东西突厥都没被列入，原因就不探讨了。既然没列入，那么突厥就是属于外国政权了。这样，在中华民族形成近3000年之后，才迎来了第一次与外族的
Mucha Untitled Alphonse Maria Mucha painting
Mucha Untitled Alphonse Maria Mucha painting
Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder painting
三楼说：中国农副产品欺负韩国了吗？君不见一打开电视经常都是韩剧，而他们是禁止中国剧的。满大街跑的很多是现代，起亚···很多年轻人的着装，发型都模仿他们的韩国偶像！应该说他们对中华的经济和文化渗透很厉害我只想说一点，三千里江山有朝鲜一半，别望了中间隔着38线呢，白山跟韩国更没关系那是中朝两国的，东海韩棒子敢去吗？小日本就不让更别说强大的中国了，唉，小国意识。无语你傻B一个！西伯利亚700年前还是中国领土呢！国家版图随时代变迁，受政治军事民心等国力所限。高丽棒子自己无用，管不了祖先的土地却还无耻的作着春秋美梦眼红我国领土，典型的小人下作心理！在者说，不懂历史也是你，韩国人本就是商代移民而东北长白山地区唐代以来就归我中华至今已千年多了，哪门子‘说成他们的也不为过’？你个白痴！各民族国家没定边界之前的事儿，窃以为曾经混居的，来回占领的只能当定界时的说辞。长白山以南山麓是鸭绿江、图们江上游发源地，原是女真人的土地，是康熙年间中朝定界把边界定在天池边上的，当然天池后来又划过去一部分是刘少奇年代了，鲜血友谊吗，又说是谁谁的出生地啦等等。
Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder painting
三楼说：中国农副产品欺负韩国了吗？君不见一打开电视经常都是韩剧，而他们是禁止中国剧的。满大街跑的很多是现代，起亚···很多年轻人的着装，发型都模仿他们的韩国偶像！应该说他们对中华的经济和文化渗透很厉害我只想说一点，三千里江山有朝鲜一半，别望了中间隔着38线呢，白山跟韩国更没关系那是中朝两国的，东海韩棒子敢去吗？小日本就不让更别说强大的中国了，唉，小国意识。无语你傻B一个！西伯利亚700年前还是中国领土呢！国家版图随时代变迁，受政治军事民心等国力所限。高丽棒子自己无用，管不了祖先的土地却还无耻的作着春秋美梦眼红我国领土，典型的小人下作心理！在者说，不懂历史也是你，韩国人本就是商代移民而东北长白山地区唐代以来就归我中华至今已千年多了，哪门子‘说成他们的也不为过’？你个白痴！各民族国家没定边界之前的事儿，窃以为曾经混居的，来回占领的只能当定界时的说辞。长白山以南山麓是鸭绿江、图们江上游发源地，原是女真人的土地，是康熙年间中朝定界把边界定在天池边上的，当然天池后来又划过去一部分是刘少奇年代了，鲜血友谊吗，又说是谁谁的出生地啦等等。
Monday, June 9, 2008
Pino Angelica painting
Pino Angelica painting
Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
"It was all still and quiet upon the ground floor. In the kitchen a kettle was singing on the fire, and a large black cat lay coiled up in the basket; but there was no sign of the woman whom I had seen before. I ran into the other room, but it was equally deserted. Then I rushed up the stairs only to find two other rooms empty and deserted at the top. There was no one at all in the whole house. The furniture and pictures were of the most common and vulgar description, save in the one chamber at the window of which I had seen the strange face. That was comfortable and elegant, and all my suspicions rose into a fierce, bitter flame when I saw that on the mantelpiece stood a copy of a full-length photograph of my wife, which had been taken at my request only three months ago.
"I stayed long enough to make certain that the house was absolutely empty. Then I left it, feeling a weight at my heart such as I had never had before. My wife came out into the hall as I entered my house; but I was too hurt and angry to speak with her, and, pushing past her, I made my way into my study. She followed me, however, before I could close the door.
""I am sorry that I broke my promise, Jack," said she, "but if you knew all the circumstances I am sure that you would forgive me."
Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
"It was all still and quiet upon the ground floor. In the kitchen a kettle was singing on the fire, and a large black cat lay coiled up in the basket; but there was no sign of the woman whom I had seen before. I ran into the other room, but it was equally deserted. Then I rushed up the stairs only to find two other rooms empty and deserted at the top. There was no one at all in the whole house. The furniture and pictures were of the most common and vulgar description, save in the one chamber at the window of which I had seen the strange face. That was comfortable and elegant, and all my suspicions rose into a fierce, bitter flame when I saw that on the mantelpiece stood a copy of a full-length photograph of my wife, which had been taken at my request only three months ago.
"I stayed long enough to make certain that the house was absolutely empty. Then I left it, feeling a weight at my heart such as I had never had before. My wife came out into the hall as I entered my house; but I was too hurt and angry to speak with her, and, pushing past her, I made my way into my study. She followed me, however, before I could close the door.
""I am sorry that I broke my promise, Jack," said she, "but if you knew all the circumstances I am sure that you would forgive me."
Hoffman dying swan painting
Hoffman dying swan painting
Avtandil The Grand Opera painting
I had gone into town on that day, but I returned by the 2:40 instead of the 3:36, which is my usual train. As I entered the house the maid ran into the hall with a startled face.
""Where is your mistress?" I asked.
" "I think that she has gone out for a walk," she answered.
"My mind was instantly filled with suspicion. I rushed upstairs to make sure that she was not in the house. As I did so I happened to glance out of one of the upper windows and saw the maid with whom I had just been speaking running across the field in the direction of the cottage. Then of course I saw exactly what it all meant. My wife had gone over there and had asked the servant to call her if I should return. Tingling with anger, I rushed down and hurried across, determined to end the matter once and forever. I saw my wife and the maid hurrying back along the lane, but I did not stop to speak with them. In the cottage lay the secret which was casting a shadow over my life. I vowed that, come what might, it should be a secret no longer. I did not even knock when I reached it, but turned the handle and rushed into the passage.
Avtandil The Grand Opera painting
I had gone into town on that day, but I returned by the 2:40 instead of the 3:36, which is my usual train. As I entered the house the maid ran into the hall with a startled face.
""Where is your mistress?" I asked.
" "I think that she has gone out for a walk," she answered.
"My mind was instantly filled with suspicion. I rushed upstairs to make sure that she was not in the house. As I did so I happened to glance out of one of the upper windows and saw the maid with whom I had just been speaking running across the field in the direction of the cottage. Then of course I saw exactly what it all meant. My wife had gone over there and had asked the servant to call her if I should return. Tingling with anger, I rushed down and hurried across, determined to end the matter once and forever. I saw my wife and the maid hurrying back along the lane, but I did not stop to speak with them. In the cottage lay the secret which was casting a shadow over my life. I vowed that, come what might, it should be a secret no longer. I did not even knock when I reached it, but turned the handle and rushed into the passage.
wholesale oil painting
wholesale oil painting
To shoot another arrow that self wayWhich you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,As I will watch the aim, or to find bothOr bring your latter hazard back againAnd thankfully rest debtor for the first.
ANTONIO
You know me well, and herein spend but timeTo wind about my love with circumstance;And out of doubt you do me now more wrongIn making question of my uttermostThan if you had made waste of all I have:Then do but say to me what I should doThat in your knowledge may by me be done,And I am prest unto it: therefore, speak.
BASSANIO
In Belmont is a lady richly left;And she is fair, and, fairer than that word,Of wondrous virtues: sometimes from her eyesI did receive fair speechless messages:Her name is Portia, nothing undervaluedTo Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia:Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth,For the four winds blow in from every coastRenowned suitors, and her sunny locksHang on her temples like a golden fleece;
To shoot another arrow that self wayWhich you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,As I will watch the aim, or to find bothOr bring your latter hazard back againAnd thankfully rest debtor for the first.
ANTONIO
You know me well, and herein spend but timeTo wind about my love with circumstance;And out of doubt you do me now more wrongIn making question of my uttermostThan if you had made waste of all I have:Then do but say to me what I should doThat in your knowledge may by me be done,And I am prest unto it: therefore, speak.
BASSANIO
In Belmont is a lady richly left;And she is fair, and, fairer than that word,Of wondrous virtues: sometimes from her eyesI did receive fair speechless messages:Her name is Portia, nothing undervaluedTo Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia:Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth,For the four winds blow in from every coastRenowned suitors, and her sunny locksHang on her temples like a golden fleece;
Rossetti A Vision of Fiammetta painting
Rossetti A Vision of Fiammetta painting
David Male Nude known as Patroclus painting
Rubens The Crucified Christ painting
flower 22007 painting
GRATIANO
You look not well, Signior Antonio;You have too much respect upon the world:They lose it that do buy it with much care:Believe me, you are marvellously changed.
ANTONIO
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;A stage where every man must play a part,And mine a sad one.
GRATIANO
Let me play the fool:With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,And let my liver rather heat with wineThan my heart cool with mortifying groans.Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?Sleep when he wakes and creep into the jaundiceBy being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio -- I love thee, and it is my love that speaks -- There are a sort of men whose visagesDo cream and mantle like a standing pond,And do a wilful stillness entertain,With purpose to be dress'd in an opinionOf wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,As who should say 'I am Sir Oracle,And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!'O my Antonio, I do know of theseThat therefore only are reputed wiseFor saying nothing; when, I am very sure,If they should speak, would almost damn those ears,Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.I'll tell thee more of this another time:But fish not, with this melancholy bait,For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile:I'll end my exhortation after dinner.
LORENZO
Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time:I must be one of these same dumb wise men,For Gratiano never lets me speak.
GRATIANO
Well, keep me company but two years moe,Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
David Male Nude known as Patroclus painting
Rubens The Crucified Christ painting
flower 22007 painting
GRATIANO
You look not well, Signior Antonio;You have too much respect upon the world:They lose it that do buy it with much care:Believe me, you are marvellously changed.
ANTONIO
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;A stage where every man must play a part,And mine a sad one.
GRATIANO
Let me play the fool:With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,And let my liver rather heat with wineThan my heart cool with mortifying groans.Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?Sleep when he wakes and creep into the jaundiceBy being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio -- I love thee, and it is my love that speaks -- There are a sort of men whose visagesDo cream and mantle like a standing pond,And do a wilful stillness entertain,With purpose to be dress'd in an opinionOf wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,As who should say 'I am Sir Oracle,And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!'O my Antonio, I do know of theseThat therefore only are reputed wiseFor saying nothing; when, I am very sure,If they should speak, would almost damn those ears,Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.I'll tell thee more of this another time:But fish not, with this melancholy bait,For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile:I'll end my exhortation after dinner.
LORENZO
Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time:I must be one of these same dumb wise men,For Gratiano never lets me speak.
GRATIANO
Well, keep me company but two years moe,Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
About the electronic versionThe Hound of the Baskervilles Doyle, Arthur Conan Creation of machine-readable version: Oregon State University Conversion to TEI-conformant markup: Oxford Text Archive ca. 415 kilobytes -- rounded up to the nearest 5KB
This version available from the University of Virginia Library Charlottesville, Va.
Earlier version available from: The Oxford Text Archive, Oxford University Computing Services, 13 Banbury Road, Oxford OX2 6NN archive@ox.ac.uk 1994 Note: The original untagged electronic version of this text was downloaded in February 1992 from the Almanac Information Server located at the Extension Service at Oregon State University. Initial tagging of titles and sentences was carried out at the European Corpus Initiative in Edinburgh in October 1992.
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
About the electronic versionThe Hound of the Baskervilles Doyle, Arthur Conan Creation of machine-readable version: Oregon State University Conversion to TEI-conformant markup: Oxford Text Archive ca. 415 kilobytes -- rounded up to the nearest 5KB
This version available from the University of Virginia Library Charlottesville, Va.
Earlier version available from: The Oxford Text Archive, Oxford University Computing Services, 13 Banbury Road, Oxford OX2 6NN archive@ox.ac.uk 1994 Note: The original untagged electronic version of this text was downloaded in February 1992 from the Almanac Information Server located at the Extension Service at Oregon State University. Initial tagging of titles and sentences was carried out at the European Corpus Initiative in Edinburgh in October 1992.
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