Rubens The Crucified Christ painting

Rubens The Crucified Christ painting
Vinci da Vinci Mona Lisa painting
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting
Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
But if the child be lost, these thousand images of joy, of delight, of tenderness crowded round the little shoe become so many pictures of horror. The pretty embroidered thing is then an instrument of torture eternally racking the mother’s heart. It is still the same string that vibrates— the deepest, most sensitive of the human heart— but instead of the caressing touch of an angel’s hand, it is a demon’s horrid clutch upon it.
One morning, as the May sun rose into one of those deep blue skies against which Garofalo loves to set his Descents from the Cross, the recluse of the Tour-Roland heard a sound of wheels and horses and the clanking of iron in the Place de Grève. But little moved by it, she knotted her hair over her ears to deaden the sound, and resumed her contemplation of the object she had been adoring on her knees for fifteen years. That little shoe, as we have already said, was to her the universe. Her thoughts were wrapped up in it, never to leave it till death. What bitter imprecations she had sent up to heaven, what heart-rending plaints, what prayers and sobs over this charming rosy toy, the gloomy cell of the Tour- Roland alone knew. Never was greater despair lavished upon a thing so engaging and so pretty.