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The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind
Oil on canvas
1916
40 × 32 in. (101.6 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.333
Private collection, MA
Not on view
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for A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
But he staggered up, and packed me off,
With a dozen stumbles and falls
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"- and thus I every now and then took a little voyage upon the sea"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
N.C. Wyeth
1929
He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
N.C. Wyeth
1907
Under Svenson's charge the spell of the desert took hold.
N.C. Wyeth
1909
I step nearer and see a pistol under the seat and another pistol alongside him. I have a nidea o' grabing one o' them.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
I found him sitting out under the moon, smoking a cheroot as usual.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The ball, speeding from under the animals' feet, had rolled straight toward the goal.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
untitled (Chadds Ford landscape with figures under a tree)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1908 / 1910
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for Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit of One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew.
Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit of One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
After their manner, they had turned their tails to the wind, and were drifting ahead of the storm.
N.C. Wyeth
1908