There was much more to Edward Lear than the limericks, funny verses and and drawings for which is best known. These are sensitively analyzed in this book, bringing out not only their gaiety but also the melancholy which afflicted Lear from time to time. He was in fact a considerable artist, first making his name as an illustrator of birds (considered by some to be the equal of Audubon) and of other animals. His eye-sight was, however, too weak for him to do such detailed work for long, and he then took to landscape painting. His general health was poor also, and he spent much of his life in warmer climes in Italy, the Riviera, Corsica, Greece, Albania, Egypt, Turkey and the Levant, travelling, though a semi-invalid, indefatigably and producing vast folios of drawings and water colours. (Lehmann says that the oil paintings he based on some of them were less successful.)
Excellent pages, some edge and D/J wear.