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Pond

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Monet, 1916-19: 'Water Lily Pond and Weeping Willow', oil-painting on canvas; current location: unknown - quote of Monet about his weak eyes, Jan. 1921: 'I see less and less... Nevertheless, I always paint at the times of day most propitious for me, as long as my paint tubes and brushes are not mixed up... I will paint almost blind, as Beethoven composed completely deaf'

A pond is a body of standing water, either natural or man-made, that is usually smaller than a lake.

Quotes

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  • ‘Aire? Bah! I cannot say it. Well, our ship stopped in themorning, before it was quite daylight, at a great city—a hugecity, with very dark houses and all smoky; not at all like thepretty clean town I came from; and Mr. Rochester carriedme in his arms over a plank to the land, and Sophie cameafter, and we all got into a coach, which took us to a beautiful large house, larger than this and finer, called an hotel.We stayed there nearly a week: I and Sophie used to walkevery day in a great green place full of trees, called the Park; and there were many children there besides me, and a pondwith beautiful birds in it, that I fed with crumbs.’
    • Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
  • Meanwhile the indefiniteness remains, and the limits of variation are really much wider than any one would imagine from the sameness of women’s coiffure and the favorite love-stories in prose and verse. Here and there a cygnet is reared uneasily among the ducklings in the brown pond, and never finds the living stream in fellowship with its own oary-footed kind.
    • George Elliot, Middlemarch
  • Condenses, and the cold environs round,
    Kindled through agitation to a flame,
    Which oft, they say, some evil Spirit attends,
    Hovering and blazing with delusive light,
    Misleads the amazed night-wanderer from his way
    To bogs and mires, and oft through pond or pool;
    There swallowed up and lost, from succour far.
    • John Milton, Paradise Lost
  • Si je désire une eau d’Europe, c’est la flache
    Noire et froide où vers le crépuscule embaumé
    Un enfant accroupi plein de tristesses, lâche
    Un bateau frêle comme un papillon de mai.
    • If I want Europe, it’s a dark cold pond
      Where a small child plunged in sadness crouches
      One fragrant evening at dusk, and launches
      A boat, frail as a butterfly in May.
    • Arthur Rimbaud, Le Bateau ivre

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