Her sympathetic renderings of American ruling class made her one of the most successful portrait painters of her era.

Her portrait of The Reverend Matthew Blackburne Grier was particularly well-received, as was Sita and Sarita, a portrait of her cousin Charles W. Leavitt's wife Sarah ( Allibone ) Leavitt in white, with a small black cat perched on her shoulder, both gazing out mysteriously.

Her portrait of messianic ( self -) sacrifices of these figures make for entertaining speculation, but they have not been taken seriously as history even by her staunchest supporters, though they have been used in novels ( e. g. Katherine Kurtz's Lammas Night, Philip Lindsay's The Devil and King John ).

Her portrait of Queen Elisabeth of Valois with a zibellino ( the pelt of a marten set with a head and feet of jewelled gold ) was widely copied by many of the finest artists of the time, such as Peter Paul Rubens.

Her image appears in a number of oils, though he painted her portrait only three times, the most notable appearing in My studio ( 1867 ).

Her first novel, Bonheur d ' occasion ( 1945 ), gave a starkly realistic portrait of the lives of people in Saint-Henri, a working-class neighbourhood of Montreal.

Her portrait hangs in the Great Hall at St. John's, and the college boat club is called the Lady Margaret Boat Club ( LMBC ).

Her portrait depicts her at prayer in her richly furnished private closet behind her chamber.

Her father Oscar-Raymond Bonheur was a landscape and portrait painter and an early adherent of Saint-Simonianism, a Christian-socialist sect that promoted the education of women alongside men.

Her ability to endure his long, repetitive sittings helped Whistler develop his portrait skills.

Promotional Warner Bros. faux-Beatles Rutles five-song 33 RPM 12-inch ( PRO-E-723 ) complete with recreated Lads-in-Nehru-suits portrait in the same fashion and pose as the real Beatles ' portrait released on the sleeve of the Capitol 45 rpm release " I Want to Hold Your Hand " b / w " I Saw Her Standing There " ( Capitol 5112 ).

Her portrait hangs in the Oklahoma Capitol.

Her portrait was featured on a stamp in commemoration of International Woman's Day, and in 1977, she was made a Member of the Order of Canada, the first level of the highest possible honour for a Canadian civilian.

Chiaroscuro modelling is now taken for granted, but had some opponents ; the English portrait miniaturist Nicholas Hilliard cautioned in his treatise on painting against all but the minimal use we see in his works, reflecting the views of his patron Queen Elizabeth I of England :" seeing that best to show oneself needeth no shadow of place but rather the open light ... Her Majesty .. chose her place to sit for that purpose in the open alley of a goodly garden, where no tree was near, nor any shadow at all ..."

Her portrait was painted twice by the noted American artist Thomas Sully.

In 1885, Renoir painted her portrait again as Girl Braiding Her Hair.

Her memorial portrait finished in 1764 after her death, but begun while she was alive, by her favourite portraitist, François-Hubert Drouais.

Her father commissioned a portrait of Augusta as Artemisia by the painter Johann Heinrich Tischbein.

Her portrait appears on the One Dollar note of the Dominion of Canada with issue date March 17th 1917.

* Rembrandt completes Bathsheba at Her Bath and Woman Bathing in a Stream ( both featuring his mistress Hendrickje ) and paints a portrait of Jan Six.

Her husband had acquired paintings by their fellow Belgian, René Magritte, and in 1936, Magritte painted Suzanne Spaak's portrait.

The hall contains many treasures, including the dagger with which Lord Mayor Walworth killed Wat Tyler in 1381, Pietro Annigoni's first portrait of Her Majesty The Queen, a collection of 17th-and 18th-century silver, an embroidered 15th-century funeral pall, two portraits by George Romney, and river scenes by Samuel Scott.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.