Tuesday, January 8, 2008

claude monet painting

claude monet painting
mona lisa painting
canvas painting
But when we reached him, and that was scarcely a quarter of a mile from his own door, we found he had no horse; and we were forced to dismount, and leave ours to graze. He lay on the heath, awaiting our approach, and did not rise till we came within a few yards. Then he walked so feebly, and looked so pale, that I immediately exclaimed:
oil painting
`Why, Master Heathcliff, you are not fit for enjoying a ramble, this morning. How ill you do look!'
Catherine surveyed him with grief and astonishment; and changed the ejaculation of joy on her lips, to one of alarm; and the congratulation on their long-postponed meeting, to an anxious inquiry, whether he were worse than usual?
`No--better--better!' he panted, trembling, and retaining her hand as if he needed its support, while his large blue eyes wandered timidly over her; the hollowness round them transforming to haggard wildness the languid expression they once possessed.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

claude monet painting
gvutyuyt

Anonymous said...

claude monet painting
bnjyutyu