Rembrandt The Sacrifice of Abraham painting

Rembrandt The Sacrifice of Abraham paintingJohn Singer Sargent A Morning Walk paintingLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Mother and Child painting
quietly as he pawed with his front feet and snorted great, rumbling, rainy blasts out of his vast nostrils. He seemed puzzled about her, and almost foolish. He did not roar. The Lady Amalthea stood in his freezing light with her head tipped back to see all of him. Without turning her head, she put her hand out to find Prince Lir's hand.He came without warning, with no sound but the rip of his hoofs; and if he had chosen, he could have crushed all four of them in that one silent onslaught. But he let them scatter before him and flatten themselves into the wrinkled walls; and he went by without harming them, though he might easily have horned them out of their shallow shelters like so many periwinkles. Supple as fire, he turned where there was no room to turn and met them again, his muzzle almost touching the ground, his neck swelling like a wave. It was then that he roared.
Good, good. There is nothing 1 can do, and I am glad of it. The Bull will let her by, and she will go away with Lir. It is as right as anything. I am only sorry about the unicorns. The prince had not yet noticed her offered hand, but in a moment he would turn and see, and touch her for the first time. He
ivill never know what she has given him, but neither will she. The Red Bull lowered his head and charged.