Arts & Humanities - 7 September 2007

(imagery, rhyme,meter, theme, mood, and tone)what are they in her chapter 1 whcih is as below---please help

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.
In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.
As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.
"It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry languidly. "You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. The Academy is too large and too vulgar. Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see the pictures, which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the people, which was worse. The Grosvenor is really the only place."

2007-09-07 03:54:59 · 1 answers · asked by MM 1 in Poetry

2007-09-07 03:54:04 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous in Other - Arts & Humanities

2007-09-07 03:53:24 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous in History

do u know whats the (imagery, rhyme,meter, theme, mood, and tone) in this text
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.
In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.
As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.
"It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry languidly. "You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. The Academy is too large and too vulgar. Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see the pictures, which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the people, which was worse. The Grosvenor is really the only place."

2007-09-07 03:51:34 · 1 answers · asked by Dr Ask 1 in Poetry

Thank you and any help will be greatly apreciated...

2007-09-07 03:51:10 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous in History

2007-09-07 03:49:32 · 21 answers · asked by Rita 6 in Philosophy

(imagery, rhyme,
meter, theme, mood, and tone)

Oscar Wilde's novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses,
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of

2007-09-07 03:48:43 · 4 answers · asked by Dr Ask 1 in Books & Authors

2007-09-07 03:48:07 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous in History

2007-09-07 03:48:01 · 11 answers · asked by Rita 6 in Philosophy

Oscar Wilde's novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses,
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.
In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.
As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.
"It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry languidly. "You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. The Academy is too large and too vulgar. Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see the pictures, which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the people, which was worse. The Grosvenor is really the only place."

2007-09-07 03:45:40 · 3 answers · asked by Dr Ask 1 in Poetry

Just in case....Lenny Bruce was a stand up comic of the sixties who was one of the first to use large amounts of profanity in his act.

2007-09-07 03:41:18 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in History

2007-09-07 03:37:23 · 15 answers · asked by Rita 6 in Philosophy

2007-09-07 03:36:12 · 16 answers · asked by Rita 6 in Philosophy

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2007-09-07 03:34:12 · 3 answers · asked by paynentheneck 1 in Books & Authors

You've seen that footage! What happened to that guy? Is he dead, in jail, or what?

2007-09-07 03:33:47 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in History

Ancient Greek culture spread throughout the South Asian, North African and European worlds, and is, arguably, the basis of all western society that followed. American culture today is all-pervasive. Movies, fashion, business, language and other iconography are all throughout the world.

Any views?

2007-09-07 03:21:02 · 2 answers · asked by someg 6 in History

So I finally started reading again.

Anybody read Stone Junction by Jim Dodge?
The book itself is tattered, the pages are stained by spilt coffee and have turned a straw-yellow. It has that wonderful smell of old paper.
I've read this book countless times and I've never grown tired of it. It's tory still moves and facinates me.

Can you name the one book for you that has the same effect?

2007-09-07 03:16:21 · 20 answers · asked by Anonymous in Books & Authors

Wikipedia and several other questionable online sources cite an incident in which Pope Innocent VIII accepted a gift of 100 Moor slaves from King Ferdinand of Aragon in 1488. Other than a book written by the 19th C. historian, Jacob Burckhardt, I have found no reputable scholarship on this subject. Has anyone ever heard of this, or even similar cases in which papal authority owned slaves? Thanks.

2007-09-07 03:10:25 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in History

"we must, we must , we must improve our bust"

2007-09-07 03:05:04 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous in Books & Authors

Sir,I have been tired of this unit even it is said that the unit is in perfect shape.The reason is all my family pictures are turning into red or orangish eyes colour which is quite irritating.May I have the reasons behind?Thanks

2007-09-07 03:03:50 · 1 answers · asked by aamirburhan 1 in Photography

I just recently finished this remarkable autobiography, and I was shocked at the diabolical torture this young child went through. Ever since then, I've been looking at the glass as not half empty; I've been looking at other people's misfortunes in another way. I've been looking at the whole picture, helping out the best way I can.

2007-09-07 03:03:35 · 14 answers · asked by allspiceglitter 3 in Books & Authors

2007-09-07 03:02:11 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous in Philosophy

2007-09-07 03:00:57 · 19 answers · asked by Anonymous in Philosophy

I've been writing poetry every since fifth grade, Mr.Tomis Richardson was my teacher, he was the first tallest man I've ever seen he taught me everything I know now, but now I'm in the 10th grade and I haven't been able to write a thing since 9th. Most of my pomes were mostly about love or depression but now that I'm happy, I cant write any more, I use to write to get rid of my pain, but every since I've been with Jeremy (my boyfriend for seven months now) my world has changed, I'm not saying that I want to be sad, I just want to write agian.
If you want to read some of my poetry just go to www.poetry.com, type in Diamond Grant, and look for the pome lost love, when you find it you'll see other poems that I have written, who ever gives me the best adivice with get five points.

2007-09-07 02:46:36 · 7 answers · asked by Thick~Chick 2 in Poetry

The names of the prints are The Pond and Summer Greens which is dated 86
The signature looks like
Bouard or something like that. If anyone can help me I would be very greatful.

2007-09-07 02:45:26 · 3 answers · asked by game_girl35 2 in Painting

Insurmountable

Pen in hand,
I sit.
Facing the fireplace
Where castles are in the sky

I start the technology,
I sit.
Back to solid
Mind in constant collision

Pen in hand,
I sit.
I start to think
To immortalize thoughtlessness.

I travel antifuture,
I sit.
The creation wonders
Imagination suffices.

Pen in hand,
I sit.
Feet seemingly planted
Hands pretend to feel.

I allow that which wanders to leave,
I sit.
Solid yet invisible
A living ghost

Pen in hand,
I sit.
Living beneath a veil
Shadowy memories flit.

I disguise fear,
I sit.
Within an atmosphere
Of timeless cruely.

And then I get up.
And all thats enchanted,
Breaks like wings,
On a fluttery butterfly.
Crushing dreams,
The pen falls.

2007-09-07 02:43:39 · 5 answers · asked by exquisite pianist 3 in Poetry

2007-09-07 02:23:15 · 3 answers · asked by dramtic_emo 1 in Performing Arts

under this question falls everything

2007-09-07 02:22:18 · 9 answers · asked by miraclelight777 3 in Philosophy

Why do we need to do all things with love??

2007-09-07 02:22:11 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous in Philosophy

Just curious?
did Hitler speak English??

2007-09-07 02:19:52 · 11 answers · asked by xpourtantx 2 in History