Recollections of it hang in thegallery of one's memory, not so much as pictures, but as Correggio-like masses of vivid colouring and intangible spirals of perfume.
Every time that I behold in the gallery of the Louvre the painting by David which portrays that scene of antique heroism, I am reminded of the last ball of Victor Bohain.
In truth, when we view certain picture galleries, and behold nothing but scenes of blood, scourgings, and executions, we are fain to believe that the old masters painted these pictures for the gallery of an executioner.
The Duke had remarked his graceful bearing during dinner, and now seated in a gallery was watching him in the court below.
To confess that realisation to me could add nothing to the humiliation, for Roger was never but first audience to his own acting, never but the main person in anygallery to which he might play!
No sooner had he formed this resolution than he suddenly lost all control over his body, and fell from the gallery down among the revellers below.
Twenty feet or so along another gallery was found an old tortoise-shell covered with a thick growth of moss; it was the Tortoise-back Hill of the dream.
These gentlemen were much astonished by his unexpected descent; and he himself, looking up, saw there was no gallery to the house, but only a large beam upon which he had been sitting.
Have you been in the long gallery at the Manor, and looked at the pictures?
We were hunting in the picture gallery for ever so long.
One afternoon, through the chink of the bathroom door, they saw her walk into the gallery as if she were going to the upper story.
They strolled one afternoon along the picture gallery to take another look at it.
Let us get up as soon as we hear the clock in the picture gallery striking nine.
Lindsay and Cicely waited several moments after the gallery was empty before they ventured to emerge from behind the tapestry.
The inside of the building is whitewashed: a gallery of unpainted wood, supported by posts very rudely hewn, going nearly round three sides of it.
Shortly before the dinner hour on the preceding evening, somebody brought up from the lobby to the gallery the intelligence that Mr Disraeli had called for a pint of champagne, and that was taken to indicate his intention to make a speech.
Near the door of the committee room I encountered old Jack O'Hanlon, one of the veterans of the gallery and reputed the best classic in all Westminster.
It was the duty of the victim to stay on in the gallery after all other members of his staff had left the House, and to watch proceedings until the Assembly was adjourned.
I learned, many years after, that I was still remembered in the gallery as the man who took a note of the most difficult speech of its year by staring at the painted ceiling.
Every bench was packed, the side galleries were full, and it would have been impossible to squeeze another person into the Stranger's Gallery above the clock.
Mr Disraeli then was reported to the gallery as having taken his half-bottle, and very shortly afterwards he slipped into the House from behind the Speaker's chair and assumed his accustomed seat.
I forget precisely how it came about that I secured my first sessional appointment in the gallery of the House of Commons.
All eyes in the Press Gallery are riveted on the broad left arc of the floor usurped by the one hundred and eleven Social Democratic deputies of the House of three hundred and ninety-seven members.
We were accustomed to sardine-box conditions in the always overcrowded press gallery of the Reichstag on "great days," but to-day we were piled on top of one another in closer formation even than a Prussian infantry platoon in the charge.
Well, one Christmas eve, when they were half grown up, there rose such a frightful noise and clatter in the galleryoutside the Queen's bower.
He passed along gallery after gallery, through doors and rooms, up-stairs and down-stairs, till at last he came to a pier which ran out into the sea.
Just as he stepped off the gallery he heard a piercing shriek, and hastened around the corner of the house to find the boy Julius struggling in the grasp of the coachman, who flourished the carriage whip over his head.
The door opened to admit one of the numerous female house servants, who announced that there was a gentleman on the gallery who had called to see Mrs. Gray on very important private and particular business.
In the distance they could see moving figures and the flash of rifles, while every few seconds there was a dull thud or a curious scuttling noise on the walls of the gallery as bullets flew by them.
Bringing it back over his shoulder he suddenly jerked the grenade forward, and hurled it at the German, the flash which followed lighting up the gallery from end to end, while the blast of the explosion drove the two Frenchmen backward.
And together, creeping on hands and knees, the two went forward along that gallery in search of the German.
A minute later and he had turned where the gallery swept round the corner of the fort abruptly and proceeded in another direction.
Then, in that narrow galleryat the foot of the stairway, and at the wide exit from the hall, there took place as desperate a combat as had ever been in the whole of this desperate warfare.
Then, reaching the gallery below, he turned along it, and in a little while, was within easy reach of the hall in which he and Jules had been lying, when suddenly the noise outside increased.
Making frantic efforts to throw off Jules and Henri, and to toss the bag into the room below, he staggered about the gallery with the two Frenchmen hanging to him, and then, of a sudden breaking loose, he dashed away from them.
As he crawled across the bodies then littering the gallery along which the tiny railway ran, and crossed the foot of the stairway, his hand lit upon a rifle, which he seized instantly and raised to his shoulder.
We are in a deep gallery which seems to be lighted by tunnels running to the outside.
It is of brick and timber with an open gallery (p.
The galleryat Christ's Hospital, Abingdon, shown on the next page, is a good example.
One of the first pictures which caught my attention as I entered the gallery was a small head of Arabella Stuart, when an infant.
Among the most interesting pictures in the gallery is an undoubted original of Lady Jane Grey.
At one end of this gallery there is to be a large fresco, representing his majesty King Louis, introduced by the muse of Poetry to the assembled poets and painters of Germany.
Could Fuseli have seen his four apostles, now in the gallery of Munich, when he said that Albert Durer never had more than an occasional glimpse of the sublime?
Of all the scenes in which to moralize and meditate, a picture gallery is to me the most impressive.
Yet I cannot say I felt thus pensive and serious the first time I looked round the gallery at Althorpe.
This gallery owes its existence to the present king, and has been well arranged by the architect Heideldoff and professor von Dillis of Munich.
On my arrival here, the Pinakothek (for that is the designation given to the new national gallery of Munich) became to me a principal object of interest.
The Duc de Leuchtenberg opens his small but beautiful gallery twice a week: Mondays and Thursdays.
His finest lyric is his Ode on the Passions, which has been called "a magnificent galleryof allegorical paintings.
The portraits of children form a gallery as rare as it is beautiful.
In fact, this grotto was connected, by a spiral staircase, with the end of a long gallery called the Guards' Hall, and which in years gone by had probably served for that purpose.
But I had scarcely looked out before I saw a young woman enter the gallery and hasten towards Michel.
Then he let me in on one of the cleverest beats I ever knew; if I could have succeeded in being put on that gallery I should not have finished my first term in State's prison.
Two of their friends in their own gallery, two on the gallery above and two on that underneath, tipped them off, by a cough or some other noise, whenever the night guard was coming; and they would cease their work with the saws.
Well, if you can get on Keeper Riley's gallery I think you can spring (escape).
The chapel within is a well-proportioned room, with a neat gallery running round three sides, resting on low pillars, and painted a warm and cheerful drab; the pews are painted of the same color.
There is the gallery for the music, as soon as you have got any.
Above the entrance was a gallery for musicians; and on either side were doors leading to places of which they knew nothing.
As we strolled from room to room a small group followed us, until by the time we reached the great picture-gallery where we had spent the afternoon with the yunkers, about a hundred men surged in after us.
I had a talk with Burtzev one day in the press gallery of the Council of the Republic.
All along the Gallery on the Right-Side of the Throne, there were several Rows of Steps, on which stood the Ladies richly dress'd.
The Cieling is supported by noble Pillars of a white Stone, as beautiful as Marble, which form a Gallery that runs round the Chapel, of an equal height all along with the King's Pew, and the Ballisters are of yellow Copper and Marble.
The Life-Guards and the Hundred Swiss took up the Gallery and the Bottom of the Chapel, and the Drums beat, and the Swiss Fifes play'd till his Majesty was seated.
This Gallery was so lately built that they had not time to put Rails to it, so that before I had gone two steps I had the finest tumble that ever I made in my Life.
The finest Pieces in the Inside of the Castle are the Gallery and the Saloons that join to it.
Supper was prepared in the picture-gallery for the court circle.
In the extremity of his piety and prudery he slipped into the art-gallery of our eldest brother and destroyed Titian's most splendid paintings and the glorious statues of the olden time.
The above list will hopefully give you a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "gallery" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this word.
