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Magazine Illustrations, 1921-1930
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Magazine Illustrations, 1921-1930
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She thought a poet was a man who made rimes; she did not guess that this man when he said: "'There'll be fences here, and fields and roofs and chimneys," was talking poetry
N.C. Wyeth
1930
She was as slim as a boy, and danced with a lightness and suppleness of body and arms and hands unlike anything I have ever seen
N.C. Wyeth
1923
She was in his arms with an inarticulate cry.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Snake and Hawk, untitled headpiece illustration
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1922
Somewhere at some dim time he and this girl, as yet unnamed to him, had been indissolubly united.
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"Stand and Deliver!" (Life Magazine, cover illustration)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1921
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The sweet strains of music . . . stole into the consciousness of the tired girl
N.C. Wyeth
1925
That endless stream across the Dubuque ferry was flowing on ahead of me, and the fast-going part of it was passing me every hour like swift schooners outstripping a slow, round-bellied Dutch square-rigger
N.C. Wyeth
1921
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"There Stood a Figure Beneath the Moon!"
N.C. Wyeth
1924
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