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| Weegee Max the Bagel Man 1940 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Weegee Crowd at Coney Island 1940 gelatin silver print Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
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| Weegee The Human Cannonball ca. 1940 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Weegee Untitled ca. 1940 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Weegee Couple Kissing in a Bar ca. 1940 gelatin silver print Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
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| Weegee Not a Sunday Driver 1942 gelatin silver print Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Weegee Rehearsal, Yiddish Theater 1943 gelatin silver print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Weegee Simply Add Boiling Water 1943 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Weegee An Incident in the Snowstorm 1944 gelatin silver print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Weegee Billie Dauscha and Mabel Sidney, Bowery Entertainers ca. 1944 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Weegee Frank Sinatra ca. 1944 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Weegee Celebration at End of War 1945 gelatin silver print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Weegee Self Portrait ca. 1950 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Weegee Queen Ball, San Francisco ca. 1952 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Weegee Leslie Caron ca. 1955 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Weegee Self Portrait ca. 1955 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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| Weegee Concert, Greenwich Village ca. 1956 gelatin silver print Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
from Aetna
For when the rushing Winds begin to blow
And threat an angry Deluge far below,
A rocking Earthquake shakes the solid Ground,
And sullen Groans, and Murmurs dire resound,
And Flakes of livid Flames burst forth around:
Then to some distant Hill's securer Height,
With utmost Speed precipitate your Flight,
For hissing Streams o'erflow the ruin'd Coast,
And Fragments of the Rock aloft are tost,
And Loads of Sand are wildly whirl'd on high,
With hideous Roar, and blacken all the Sky.
These horrid Inmates thus dismist, the Hill
Relents, and its convulsive Pangs are still.
The Tempest past, huge Heaps are seen around
Of mingled Ruins, that o'erspread the Ground;
Like slaughter'd Soldiers, prostrate on the Plain,
Before the Ramparts they assail'd in vain.
The stones, thus burnt, in a coarse Scurf expire,
Like the base Dregs of Metals purg'd by Fire;
And the dire Deluge of the mingled Mass
Of molten Flints, shot thro' the narrow Pass,
(For in the Mountain's Womb the raging Flame
Dissolves them, as the Forge's heated Frame)
In copious Streams do's from the Summit flow,
And rapid rolling ruin all below;
Twelve Miles in Length extends their wasteful Course,
Nor rising Mounds retard their fatal Force;
If Forests, or high Hills oppose, with Scorn
The Hills they master, and the Forests burn,
Sweep all before them with resistless Sway,
And th' unctuous Soil recruits them in the Way.
– Anonymous(before 63 AD), translated by Jabez Hughes (before 1731)