klimt painting the kiss

klimt painting the kiss
leonardo da vinci self portrait
Madonna Litta
madonna with the yarnwinder painting
'Have you, sir?' ¡¡¡¡'All your life,' said Mr. Omer. 'I may say before it. I knew your father before you. He was five foot nine and a half, and he lays in five-and-twen-ty foot of ground.' ¡¡¡¡'RAT - tat-tat, RAT - tat-tat, RAT - tat-tat,' across the yard. ¡¡¡¡'He lays in five and twen-ty foot of ground, if he lays in a fraction,' said Mr. Omer, pleasantly. 'It was either his request or her direction, I forget which.' ¡¡¡¡'Do you know how my little brother is, sir?' I inquired. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Omer shook his head. ¡¡¡¡'RAT - tat-tat, RAT - tat-tat, RAT - tat-tat.' ¡¡¡¡'He is in his mother's arms,' said he. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, poor little fellow! Is he dead?' ¡¡¡¡'Don't mind it more than you can help,' said Mr. Omer. 'Yes. The baby's dead.' ¡¡¡¡My wounds broke out afresh at this intelligence. I left the scarcely-tasted breakfast, and went
oil painting and rested my head on another table, in a corner of the little room, which Minnie hastily cleared, lest I should spot the mourning that was lying there with my tears. She was a pretty, good-natured girl, and put my hair away from my eyes with a soft, kind touch; but she was very cheerful at having nearly finished her work and being in good time, and was so different from me! ¡¡¡¡Presently the tune left off, and a good-looking young fellow came across the yard into the room. He had a hammer in his hand, and his mouth was full of little nails, which he was obliged to take out before he could speak.