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May Flower Clip Art





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    may flower
  • The Mayflower was the ship that transported the English Separatists, better known as the Pilgrims, from a site near the Mayflower Steps in Plymouth, England, to Plymouth, Massachusetts, United States (which would become the capital of Plymouth Colony), in 1620.





    clip art
  • Predrawn pictures and symbols that computer users can add to their documents, often provided with word-processing software and drawing packages

  • ready-made pieces of computerized graphic art that can be used to decorate a document

  • Graphic images, designs, and artwork in digital form that can be used in a digital document.

  • Clip art, in the graphic arts, refers to pre-made images used to illustrate any medium. Today, clip art is used extensively in both personal and commercial projects, ranging from home-printed greeting cards to commercial candles. Clip art comes in many forms, both electronic and printed.











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The May Flower, and Miscellaneous Writings


The May Flower, and Miscellaneous Writings



This is an OCR edition without illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from GeneralBooksClub.com. You can also preview excerpts from the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Original Published by: Fields, Osgood in 1869 in 484 pages; Subjects: Fiction / Anthologies; Fiction / Classics; Fiction / Literary; History / United States / General; History / United States / State & Local / General; Literary Criticism / American / General; Travel / United States / Northeast / New England;










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Narcissus 2007




Narcissus 2007





Sometimes when I look around, I see the myths of our ancestors playing out again and again in our lives. Another reason to read the classics. The story of Narcissus is the story of the genesis of the Narcissus flower, or, as we call it in English, the Daffodil...

NARCISSUS

There was a fountain silver-clear and bright,
which neither shepherds nor the wild she-goats,
that range the hills, nor any cattle's mouth
had touched--its waters were unsullied--birds
disturbed it not; nor animals, nor boughs
that fall so often from the trees. Around
sweet grasses nourished by the stream grew; trees
that shaded from the sun let balmy airs
temper its waters. Here Narcissus, tired
of hunting and the heated noon, lay down,
attracted by the peaceful solitudes
and by the glassy spring.
There as he stooped
to quench his thirst another thirst increased.

While he is drinking he beholds himself
reflected in the mirrored pool--and loves;
loves an imagined body which contains
no substance, for he deems the mirrored shade
a thing of life to love. He cannot move,
for so he marvels at himself, and lies
with countenance unchanged, as if indeed
a statue carved
of Parian marble. Long,
supine upon the bank, his gaze is fixed
on his own eyes, twin stars; his fingers shaped
as Bacchus might desire, his flowing hair
as glorious as Apollo's, and his cheeks
youthful and smooth; his ivory neck, his mouth
dreaming in sweetness, his complexion fair
and blushing as the rose in snow-drift white.
All that is lovely in himself he loves,
and in his witless way he wants himself:--
he who approves is equally approved;
he seeks, is sought, he burns and he is burnt.


And how he kisses the deceitful fount;
and how he thrusts his arms to catch the neck
that's pictured in the middle of the stream!
Yet never may he wreathe his arms around
that image of himself. He knows not what
he there beholds, but what he sees inflames
his longing, and the error that deceives
allures his eyes. But why, O foolish boy,
so vainly catching at this flitting form?

The cheat that you are seeking has no place.
Avert your gaze and you will lose your love,
for this that holds your eyes is nothing save
the image of yourself reflected back to you.
It comes and waits with you; it has no life;
it will depart if you will only go.

Nor food nor rest can draw him thence--outstretched
upon the overshadowed green, his eyes
fixed on the mirrored image never may know
their longings satisfied, and by their sight
he is himself undone.
Raising himself
a moment, he extends his arms around,
and, beckoning to the murmuring forest; “Oh,
ye aisled wood was ever man in love
more fatally than I? Your silent paths
have sheltered many a one whose love was told,
and ye have heard their voices. Ages vast
have rolled away since your forgotten birth,
but who is he through all those weary years
that ever pined away as I? Alas,
this fatal image wins my love, as I
behold it. But I cannot press my arms
around the form I see, the form that gives
me joy. What strange mistake has intervened
betwixt us and our love? It grieves me more
that neither lands nor seas nor mountains, no,
nor walls with closed gates deny our loves,
but only a little water keeps us far
asunder. Surely he desires my love
and my embraces, for as oft I strive
to kiss him, bending to the limpid stream
my lips, so often does he hold his face
fondly to me, and vainly struggles up.
It seems that I could touch him. 'Tis a strange
delusion that is keeping us apart.
“Whoever thou art, Come up! Deceive me not!
Oh, whither when I fain pursue art thou?
Ah, surely I am young and fair, the Nymphs
have loved me; and when I behold thy smiles
I cannot tell thee what sweet hopes arise.
When I extend my loving arms to thee
thine also are extended me -- thy smiles
return my own. When I was weeping, I
have seen thy tears, and every sign I make
thou cost return; and often thy sweet lips
have seemed to move, that, peradventure words,
which I have never heard, thou hast returned.
“No more my shade deceives me, I perceive
'Tis I in thee--I love myself--the flame
arises in my breast and burns my heart--
what shall I do? Shall I at once implore?
Or should I linger till my love is sought?
What is it I implore? The thing that I
desire is mine--abundance makes me poor.
Oh, I am tortured by a strange desire
unknown to me before, for I would fain
put off this mortal form; which only means
I wish the object of my love away.
Grief saps my strength, the sands of life are run,
and in my early youth am I cut off;
but death is not my bane--it ends my woe.--
I would not death for this that is my love,
as two united in a single soul
would die as one.”

He spoke; and crazed with love,
returned to view the same face in the pool;
and as he grieved his tears disturbed the stream,
and ripples on the surface, glassy clear,
defaced his mirrored form. And thus the youth,
when he beheld that lovely shadow go;
“Ah whither cost thou fl











The French Quarter




The French Quarter





This is a 9 X 12 inch canvas ,acrylic painted mixed media piece. I used three colours of acrylic, black, red and yellow. Just plonk the paint on ,dont be too neat , just bits here and there till the surface is covered. Overlap the paints into each other. Then before the paint dries cut into it with a deeply etched stamp, or a comb or anything really that will make a pattern. For this piece I used one of those afro combs and a crackle stamp to mix the colours. Those kids foam stamps are pretty good for this too. You end up with a lovely mix of colour and a textured finish. ( If the colours end up too dark lighten up with dabs of white or gold acrylic) You can also crunch up tissue paper, glue it down then paint over to give more texture. Also you can mix your acrylic paint with gesso and paint that on to give a very thick texture. But do keep the painted area for your clip art flat other wise it may buckle. Cover the entire back of the clip art with glue (gel medium is good) dont leave any part without glue or it will leave a bubble. When that is dry Spray here and there with a 23Kt gold spray. Its better to do this in a swiping motion not directly onto the canvas. Gold emboss using a versamark watermark pad and gold embossing powder. Paint bubble wrap with acrylic and dab here and there ( I used red) The gold fibre (at the top of the bodice) is Christmas tinsle stuff. Three flowere are lace with a bead.









may flower clip art








may flower clip art




The Works of Louisa May Alcott (23 books) [Illustrated]






Illustrated with 10 unique illustrations.

The Abbot's Ghost, Or Maurice Treherne's Temptation
Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag
Behind A Mask, Or A Woman's Power
Eight Cousins
Flower Fables
A Garland for Girls
Hospital Sketches
Jack and Jill
Jo's Boys
Kitty's Class Day And Other Stories
Little Men
Little Women
Marjorie's Three Gifts
A Modern Cinderella
Moods
The Mysterious Key And What It Opened
An Old-fashioned Girl
On Picket Duty and Other Tales
Pauline's Passion and Punishment
Rose in Bloom
Shawl-Straps
Under the Lilacs
Work: A Story of Experience

Illustrated with 10 unique illustrations.

The Abbot's Ghost, Or Maurice Treherne's Temptation
Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag
Behind A Mask, Or A Woman's Power
Eight Cousins
Flower Fables
A Garland for Girls
Hospital Sketches
Jack and Jill
Jo's Boys
Kitty's Class Day And Other Stories
Little Men
Little Women
Marjorie's Three Gifts
A Modern Cinderella
Moods
The Mysterious Key And What It Opened
An Old-fashioned Girl
On Picket Duty and Other Tales
Pauline's Passion and Punishment
Rose in Bloom
Shawl-Straps
Under the Lilacs
Work: A Story of Experience










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