Haldane Macfall (1860–1928)
Auteur de A History of Painting (8 Volumes)
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Œuvres de Haldane Macfall
Beautiful Children Immortalised By the Masters With 50 Reproductions in Colour of Famous Paintings 4 exemplaires
Sir Henry Irving 2 exemplaires
The Masterfolk: wherein is attempted the unravelling of the strange affair of my Lord Wyntwarde of Cavil and Miss Betty… 2 exemplaires
Beautiful Children. Immportalised By the Masters. With 50 Reproductions in Colour of Famous Paintings. 1 exemplaire
A history of painting Volume 2 1 exemplaire
A history of painting Volume 1 1 exemplaire
The French Pastellists of the Eighteenth Century: Their Lives, Their Times, Their Art and Their Significance (2012) 1 exemplaire
The Renaissance in Venice 1 exemplaire
The three students 1 exemplaire
Beware the German' Peace! 1 exemplaire
The House of the Sorcerer 1 exemplaire
Whistler (Spirit of the age) 1 exemplaire
Aubrey Beardsley's drawings 1 exemplaire
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Étiqueté
Partage des connaissances
- Nom légal
- Macfall, Chambers Haldane Cooke
- Date de naissance
- 1860
- Date de décès
- 1928
- Sexe
- male
- Nationalité
- UK
- Professions
- art historian
novelist
soldier - Courte biographie
- Chambers Haldane Cooke Macfall was an English military officer and author. Both parents had military ties, and he was educated at military school, and served in India and West Africa, retiring as a lieutenant. He became an influential art critic and historian, and a successful novelist of both historical fiction and adventure stories. He was also an artist and book designer. He returned to the military during World War I, serving as a captain.
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THE SMALL BEGINNINGS
The year after good Queen Anne came to rule over us, Louis the Fourteenth being still King of France, on an autumn day in the October of 1703, that saw the trees of Paris shedding their parched leaves as a carpet to the feet of the much-bewigged dandified folk who stepped it swaggeringly down the walks of the Palais Royal, swinging long canes, and strutting along the shaded promenades of the more fashionable places of the city, there stood in the vestry of the parish church of Saint Jean-en-Grève a little group of the small burgess folk, gathered about a little infant, whilst the tipstaff to the king’s palace, one François Prévost, signed solemnly as witness to the birth-certificate and as acknowledged godfather to the aforesaid morsel of humanity, which, as the certificate badly set forth in black and white for ever, was henceforth to be known for good or ill as François Boucher, first-born son, on the 29th of September, four days past, of the tipstaff’s friend, Nicolas Boucher, “maître-peintre,” who stood hard by, and of his wife Elizabeth Lemesle.
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THE SMALL BEGINNINGS
The year after good Queen Anne came to rule over us, Louis the Fourteenth being still King of France, on an autumn day in the October of 1703, that saw the trees of Paris shedding their parched leaves as a carpet to the feet of the much-bewigged dandified folk who stepped it swaggeringly down the walks of the Palais Royal, swinging long canes, and strutting along the shaded promenades of the more fashionable places of the city, there stood in the vestry of the parish church of Saint Jean-en-Grève a little group of the small burgess folk, gathered about a little infant, whilst the tipstaff to the king’s palace, one François Prévost, signed solemnly as witness to the birth-certificate and as acknowledged godfather to the aforesaid morsel of humanity, which, as the certificate badly set forth in black and white for ever, was henceforth to be known for good or ill as François Boucher, first-born son, on the 29th of September, four days past, of the tipstaff’s friend, Nicolas Boucher, “maître-peintre,” who stood hard by, and of his wife Elizabeth Lemesle.
… (plus d'informations)
Free download available at Project Gutenberg
I
THE SMALL BEGINNINGS
The year after good Queen Anne came to rule over us, Louis the Fourteenth being still King of France, on an autumn day in the October of 1703, that saw the trees of Paris shedding their parched leaves as a carpet to the feet of the much-bewigged dandified folk who stepped it swaggeringly down the walks of the Palais Royal, swinging long canes, and strutting along the shaded promenades of the more fashionable places of the city, there stood in the vestry of the parish church of Saint Jean-en-Grève a little group of the small burgess folk, gathered about a little infant, whilst the tipstaff to the king’s palace, one François Prévost, signed solemnly as witness to the birth-certificate and as acknowledged godfather to the aforesaid morsel of humanity, which, as the certificate badly set forth in black and white for ever, was henceforth to be known for good or ill as François Boucher, first-born son, on the 29th of September, four days past, of the tipstaff’s friend, Nicolas Boucher, “maître-peintre,” who stood hard by, and of his wife Elizabeth Lemesle.
… (plus d'informations)
I
THE SMALL BEGINNINGS
The year after good Queen Anne came to rule over us, Louis the Fourteenth being still King of France, on an autumn day in the October of 1703, that saw the trees of Paris shedding their parched leaves as a carpet to the feet of the much-bewigged dandified folk who stepped it swaggeringly down the walks of the Palais Royal, swinging long canes, and strutting along the shaded promenades of the more fashionable places of the city, there stood in the vestry of the parish church of Saint Jean-en-Grève a little group of the small burgess folk, gathered about a little infant, whilst the tipstaff to the king’s palace, one François Prévost, signed solemnly as witness to the birth-certificate and as acknowledged godfather to the aforesaid morsel of humanity, which, as the certificate badly set forth in black and white for ever, was henceforth to be known for good or ill as François Boucher, first-born son, on the 29th of September, four days past, of the tipstaff’s friend, Nicolas Boucher, “maître-peintre,” who stood hard by, and of his wife Elizabeth Lemesle.
… (plus d'informations)
Free download available at Project Gutenberg
I
THE SMALL BEGINNINGS
The year after good Queen Anne came to rule over us, Louis the Fourteenth being still King of France, on an autumn day in the October of 1703, that saw the trees of Paris shedding their parched leaves as a carpet to the feet of the much-bewigged dandified folk who stepped it swaggeringly down the walks of the Palais Royal, swinging long canes, and strutting along the shaded promenades of the more fashionable places of the city, there stood in the vestry of the parish church of Saint Jean-en-Grève a little group of the small burgess folk, gathered about a little infant, whilst the tipstaff to the king’s palace, one François Prévost, signed solemnly as witness to the birth-certificate and as acknowledged godfather to the aforesaid morsel of humanity, which, as the certificate badly set forth in black and white for ever, was henceforth to be known for good or ill as François Boucher, first-born son, on the 29th of September, four days past, of the tipstaff’s friend, Nicolas Boucher, “maître-peintre,” who stood hard by, and of his wife Elizabeth Lemesle.
… (plus d'informations)
I
THE SMALL BEGINNINGS
The year after good Queen Anne came to rule over us, Louis the Fourteenth being still King of France, on an autumn day in the October of 1703, that saw the trees of Paris shedding their parched leaves as a carpet to the feet of the much-bewigged dandified folk who stepped it swaggeringly down the walks of the Palais Royal, swinging long canes, and strutting along the shaded promenades of the more fashionable places of the city, there stood in the vestry of the parish church of Saint Jean-en-Grève a little group of the small burgess folk, gathered about a little infant, whilst the tipstaff to the king’s palace, one François Prévost, signed solemnly as witness to the birth-certificate and as acknowledged godfather to the aforesaid morsel of humanity, which, as the certificate badly set forth in black and white for ever, was henceforth to be known for good or ill as François Boucher, first-born son, on the 29th of September, four days past, of the tipstaff’s friend, Nicolas Boucher, “maître-peintre,” who stood hard by, and of his wife Elizabeth Lemesle.
… (plus d'informations)
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- Œuvres
- 26
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- 1
- Membres
- 71
- Popularité
- #245,552
- Évaluation
- 3.6
- Critiques
- 4
- ISBN
- 15
- Langues
- 1
I
THE SMALL BEGINNINGS
The year after good Queen Anne came to rule over us, Louis the Fourteenth being still King of France, on an autumn day in the October of 1703, that saw the trees of Paris shedding their parched leaves as a carpet to the feet of the much-bewigged dandified folk who stepped it swaggeringly down the walks of the Palais Royal, swinging long canes, and strutting along the shaded promenades of the more fashionable places of the city, there stood in the vestry of the parish church of Saint Jean-en-Grève a little group of the small burgess folk, gathered about a little infant, whilst the tipstaff to the king’s palace, one François Prévost, signed solemnly as witness to the birth-certificate and as acknowledged godfather to the aforesaid morsel of humanity, which, as the certificate badly set forth in black and white for ever, was henceforth to be known for good or ill as François Boucher, first-born son, on the 29th of September, four days past, of the tipstaff’s friend, Nicolas Boucher, “maître-peintre,” who stood hard by, and of his wife Elizabeth Lemesle.
… (plus d'informations)