Ancient Tomb in the Via Nevia, Called the Torre de Schiavi

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Ancient Tomb in the Via Nevia, Called the Torre de Schiavi
Image Not Available for Ancient Tomb in the Via Nevia, Called the Torre de Schiavi

Ancient Tomb in the Via Nevia, Called the Torre de Schiavi

Date1792
MediumEtching
DimensionsSheet: 217 x 262 mm. (8 9/16 x 10 5/16 in.)
Plate: 158 x 210 mm. (6 1/4 x 8 1/4 in.)
Image: 147 x 202 mm. (5 13/16 x 7 15/16 in.)
Credit LineGarrett Collection
Object number1946.112.13303
NOT ON VIEW
Last Updated1/11/24
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