Ford Madox Brown The Coat of Many Colors

Ford Madox Brown The Coat of Many ColorsPierre Auguste Renoir Dance at BougivalMary Cassatt Tea
poison, and thought of her dear Pan waiting there alone, her heart's companion, watching her disappear into the mist, and she fell into a storm of weeping. Her passionate sobs didn't echo, because the mist muffled them, but all along the shore in innumerable ponds and shallows, in wretched broken tree stumps, the damaged creatures that lurked
"I don't know."
"When we leave, will we come back this way?"
"Leave?"
"We're going to come back. We're going to the land of the dead and we are going to come back."
"Not this way."
"Then some other way, but we will!"
"I have taken millions, and none came back." there heard her full-hearted cry and drew themselves a little closer to the ground, afraid of such passion."If he could come...” but the boatman shook his head."He can come in the boat, but if he does, the boat stays here," he said."But how will she find him again?"