GOETHE 'S WOMEN Girl in Forest Bearded Man Hobgoblins Eckart - 1867 SUPERB Print

The finest quality print from a series of female characters of the German poet Goethe, represented here by one of the greatest 19th Century German painters, William von Kaulbach (see more, below). Print Specifics: Type of print: Intaglio, steel line & stipple engraving Year of printing: not indicated in the print. Actual: 1867 Publisher: Theo Stroeffer, 816 Broadway; Munich, Frederick Druckmann. Condition: 1 (1. Excellent - 2. Very good - 3. Good - 4. Fair). Dimensions: 12 x 16.5 inches (30 x 42 cm), including blank margins around the image. Paper weight: 2 (1. Thick - 2. Heavier - 3. Medium heavy - 4. Slightly heavier - 5. Thin)Reverse side: BlankNote: 1. Green 'border' around the print in the photo is a contrasting background on which the print was photographed. 2. The detail of the print is much sharper than the photo of the print. Narrative: MADCHEN IM WALDE: THE artist here illustrates Goethe's ballad, "Eckart The Trusty." In German legend, an old man whose doom it is to precede the spectral band of Frau Holle ("Die wilde Jagd"), in their wild ride through the country, and to warn all whom he meets, but especially children, of their approaching danger. He is depicted with a flowing beard and a white staff, and is familiar through Goethe's poem of the same title. "How dark it is growing! I wish we were back! They are coming, they're here, the hobgoblins, atack! The band of the sorceress sisters! See, see, where they come! If they light on us here, They'll be certain to drink every drop of the beer It has cost us such trouble to fetch here." So saying, the children push on in affright; When up from the heath starts a grizzly old wight Stop, stop, child! My children, be quiet! They are thirsty and hot; for they come from the chase: Let them drink what they like, without squall or grimace; And the grewsome ones, they will be gracious." And up come the goblins that moment, and they Look ghostlike and grewsome, and ghostly and gray; Yet the revel and riot is roundly. The beer it has vanished, the pitchers are bare; Then, whooping and hooting away through the air, O'er hill and dale clatter the weird ones. Off homeward, all quaking, the children they hied; And the kindly old graybeard troops on by their side. "Do not weep so, and whimper, my darlings." . Martin2001 Satisfaction Guaranteed Policy! Any print purchased from me may be returned for any (or no) reason for a full refund including all postage.Internet seller since 1998.Five-star service.