Anonymous Ecuadorian Artist Halo for Statue ca. 1780 silver Denver Art Museum |
Joseph Angell Victorian Christening Mug in Gothic Style 1845 silver Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
John Bayly Cream Pot ca. 1755 silver Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
Harry Bertoia Brooch ca. 1948 silver San Diego Museum of Art |
Robert Cruikshank Pair of Salt Spoons ca. 1774-1809 silver National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Carl Fabergé Waterlily Bowl ca. 1890 silver National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ancient Greek Culture in South Italy Decadrachma of Arethusa I with Dolphins 400-350 BC silver Penn Museum, Philadelphia |
Josef Hoffmann Sugar Tongs ca. 1922 silver Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymou German Artist Perfume Bottle 19th century silver Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston |
Anonymou German Artist Perfume Bottle 19th century silver Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston |
Anonymou German Artist Salt Cellar and Spoon ca. 1780 silver Newport Mansions Preservation Society, Rhode Island |
Anonymou Peruvian Artist Chocolate Pot ca. 1780 silver, with wooden handles Denver Art Museum |
Ancient Rome Denarius of Julius Caesar 44 BC silver Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève |
Johann Samuel Schoenberg Salt Cellar ca. 1807 silver Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich |
Johann Alois Seethaler Salt Cellar 1809-10 silver, with silver-gilt interior Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich |
Bernard Heinrich Weye Centerpiece ca. 1761-63 silver Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich |
Secret Agent
Control of the passes was, he saw, the key
To this new district, but who would get it?
He, the trained spy, had walked into the trap
For a bogus guide, seduced by the old tricks.
For a bogus guide, seduced by the old tricks.
At Greenhearth was a fine site for a dam
And easy power, had they pushed the rail
Some stations nearer. They ignored his wires:
The bridges were unbuilt and trouble coming.
The street music seemed gracious now to one
For weeks up in the desert. Woken by water
For weeks up in the desert. Woken by water
Running away in the dark, he often had
Reproached the night for a companion
Dreamed of already. They would shoot, of course,
Parting easily two that were never joined.
– W.H. Auden (1928)