Master Prints from Two Centuries: Catalogue N. 3, 1988 (Year 21, Issue No. 210)
William Weston Gallery, London, 1988, Wraps, , , Very Good
unpag. 79 items, all illustrated in b&w. A special catalogue of unusually fine etchings and lithographs by 19th and 20th century European masters from teh William Weston Gallery.
Cabinet of American Illustration, Cartoon Drawings: Swann Collection of Caricature and Cartoon, Civil War Photographs Civil War Photographs, Drawings (Master),Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Color Photographs, Fine Prints Fine Prints, Posters: Performing Arts Posters, Stereograph Cards Stereograph Cards, Daguerreotypes, Fenton Crimean War Photographs, Fine Prints: Japanese, pre-1915, Lomax Collection, Panoramic Photographs, Thesaurus For Graphic Materials, Van Vechten Collection, Wright Brothers Negatives, and much more.
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Sweet, sweet, sweet, Is the wind's song, Astir in the rippled wheat All day long, It hath the brook's wild gayety, The sorrowful cry of the sea. Oh, hush and hear! Sweet, sweet and clear, Above the locust's whirr And hum of bee Rises that soft, pathetic harmony. In the meadow-grass The innocent white daisies blow, The dandelion plume doth pass Vaguely to and fro, - The unquiet spirit of a flower That hath too brief an hour. Now doth a little cloud all white, Or golden bright, Drift down the warm, blue sky; And now on the horizon line, Where dusky woodlands lie, A sunny mist doth shine, Like to a veil before a holy shrine, Concealing, half-revealing, things divine. Sweet, sweet, sweet, Is the wind's song, Astir in the rippled wheat All day long. That exquisite music calls The reaper everywhere - Life and death must share. The golden harvest falls. So doth all end, - Honored Philosophy, Science and Art, The bloom of the heart; - Master, Consoler, Friend, Make Thou the harvest of our days To fall within Thy ways.Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz [?-1933]