Elliott, Elizabeth Shippen Green, 1871-1954
Elliott, Elizabeth Shippen Green
Elizabeth Shippen Green American artist
Elliott, Elisabeth Shippen Green
Green, Elizabeth Shippen (American painter and illustrator, 1871-1954)
VIAF ID: 31007889 ( Personal )
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- 100 0 _ ‡a Elizabeth Shippen Green ‡c American artist
- 100 1 0 ‡a Elliott, Elisabeth Shippen Green
- 100 1 _ ‡a Elliott, Elizabeth Shippen Green
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Elliott, Elizabeth Shippen Green ‡d 1871-1954
- 100 1 _ ‡a Elliott, Elizabeth Shippen Green ‡d 1871-1954
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Elliott, Elizabeth Shippen Green, ‡d 1871-1954
- 100 1 _ ‡a Green, Elizabeth Shippen ‡g American painter and illustrator, 1871-1954
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5xx's: Related Names (2)
- 500 1 _ ‡a Pyle, Howard, ‡d 1853-1911
- 510 2 _ ‡a Red Rose Girls (Group of artists)
Works
Title | Sources |
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Cuentos de Shakespeare | |
Diane and her friends | |
He stammered out "W-won't" to Miss Maria who asked him to kiss her | |
He stood smiling out on the moon-scattered darkness | |
He was determined that every plant should prosper | |
His face assumed a deadly pallor -- the paper was a blank | |
How they say and narrate and the tale is told | |
How they sing | |
If she had ceased to be a dryad in a wood, it was to become the Armida of an enchanted garden | |
I'll help you take care of him | |
I'm here, she announced timidly, to whom it might concern | |
In the chair of judgement | |
It took Angela time to adjust herself | |
It was a crib -- there were two bundle-beds! -- | |
It was to postpone as long as possible the moment for turning around | |
It was worse than creepy, creaking noises | |
It's all right, you shall be urged plenty enough | |
The journey | |
Kenneth was the bookish one | |
Lady Clemency drew aside the ... | |
Life had been almost too strong and beautiful | |
[Life was made for love and cheer] | |
Like Montaigne, I love the city of Paris | |
Lovely woman | |
Madame, he said, bowing, I owe you a thousand apologies for disturbing you at this hour | |
Madame Joly in no wise resembled the Madonna Botticelli in the Louvre : poor little one! she murmured, resting her cheek on the brown hair | |
Making islands | |
The mammoth thing stirred -- lifted -- swung | |
[Man and woman standing beside fountain and urn with monkey atop] | |
The mansion | |
The master's choice | |
May Percy | |
[Men in discussion in police station] | |
Miguela, kneeling still, put it to her lip | |
Monrepos / E.S.G. | |
Monsieur Brisson visibly shuddered and paled | |
Monsieur de Balloy has asked for your hand | |
Monsieur Fromagin, left alone among his epiceries, chuckled audibly | |
Monsieur Joly dropped it gently into the Seine | |
Monsieur Joly preferred society to solitude | |
More than once I found the tea-set spread out in the garden | |
Morning service in Old Chester rarely saw such elegance | |
I myselfe and my servannts [i.e. servants] | |
Now, won't old Max turn green with envy? | |
I observed it -- a new ceiling | |
[Old man looking up from book towards fireplace] | |
On the rocks a poet stood with uncovered head | |
I opened my arithmetic at random | |
Other things can help you too : don't you need them? | |
Out came their sabers and they was at me howlin' wit glee | |
Over her frame she would fall asleep | |
Pauline | |
Pausing in her work, as a hint for him to advance | |
Perhaps it would be better if I went away without telling you this | |
A petal from the rose : illustrations by Elizabeth Shippen Green, an exhibition in the Swann Gallery of Caricature and Cartoon. | |
Phil's Hallowe'en | |
Rebecca Mary | |
Reminiscences of old Germantown. | |
Rising vigorously out of the earth was a little rose bush | |
Rose of the Dawn, he used to call me | |
A shape moved suddenly past me into the flame | |
She appeared in the doorway with an armful of snowy feathers | |
She called it a New England tapestried chamber | |
She had raised her eyes and looked at him swiftly | |
She murmured, the way I drew you here -- by longing -- you can return of yourself, you must take me | |
She sank to the ground and rested against the stone, and shut her eyes | |
She stares at me, then asks "are you a British soldier?" | |
She stayed there -- a week -- a month -- a year | |
She went half way down the steps | |
So haunted at moonlight with bat and owl and ghostly moth -- | |
A strange company, wizard, and ghostly, wandering over the snow | |
The suitable child | |
Tales from Shakespeare | |
Their inquiries to right and left brought no result | |
Then, at last, Monsieur Poverel saw daylight | |
There was something touching in Ellice's happiness | |
They dont't call them second-hand, they call them antiques | |
This morning he found her all girlish gentleness and appeal | |
The very small person | |
A visitor in the morning sky: an impression of Halley's Comet in the early morning heavens, with Venus and the decrescent moon as its attendants | |
The wall garden | |
We too will have a garden some day | |
Welcome, said the old man : will you come with us | |
Well, quoth Arpeggio, it's real nice to be eating along side of you ; Banning, she said, might be like that, Mr. Shadd | |
What has happened is droll beyond imagining | |
What is it, sonny? asked the florist | |
[When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil -- Heber] | |
Who is going with you, she asked | |
The wind blowing off the glacier fluttering her gown | |
Wit' the roarin' an the archie guns, I gathered her in me arms | |
[Woman in bonnet bending over roses] | |
[Woman in garden] | |
[Woman looking out window] | |
[Woman picking roses with man by brick wall] | |
[Woman seated near man with spectacles pointing at document] | |
Won't you eat just one more kernal [i.e. kernel], Thomas Jefferson? | |
The years seemed all at once to have passed into a gray eclipse | |
Yes indeed, Ben, it was quite right for him | |
You are thrusting aside life without knowing what it means |