Honoré Daumier

Leander. / Each night, little dressed but in noble fashion, / He was counting on his arms of iron / And swam with might across the seas / To have her love fulfill his pleas. / (Byron, rather mixed poems)

1842

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Honoré Daumier

Leander. / Each night, little dressed but in noble fashion, / He was counting on his arms of iron / And swam with might across the seas / To have her love fulfill his pleas. / (Byron, rather mixed poems)

Honoré Daumier

Leander. / Each night, little dressed but in noble fashion, / He was counting on his arms of iron / And swam with might across the seas / To have her love fulfill his pleas. / (Byron, rather mixed poems)

1842

Physical Qualities Crayon lithograph, Sheet: 230 × 194 mm. (9 1/16 × 7 5/8 in.)

Portfolio/Series Plate 39 from the series "Ancienne"

Credit Line Nelson and Juanita Greif Gutman Collection

Object Number 1963.313.8

Artist

Honoré Daumier

French, 1808-1879

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