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"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"

Oil on canvas
1915
20 × 16 in. (50.8 × 40.6 cm)
SUPP2000.1297
Anonymous
Not on view
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"God's light! I'll question him: ay, and wring an answer from him if I have to put a length of whipcord round his temples! Now go your way," the governor informed him
"God's light! I'll question him: ay, and wring an answer from him if I have to put a length of whipcord round his temples! Now go your way," the governor informed him
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1928
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"That's right," said the old captain; "take your time and get a good look round. It's your last chance, son!"
"That's right," said the old captain; "take your time and get a good look round. It's your last chance, son!"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Lift Up Your Hearts
Lift Up Your Hearts
N.C. Wyeth
1943
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
At a touch from Michael's knife . . . the sword flew in splinters, and the wretch, stabbed to the heart, fell lifeless on the ground.
At a touch from Michael's knife . . . the sword flew in splinters, and the wretch, stabbed to the heart, fell lifeless on the ground.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
"I know what you're thinking of, old General," says Lefty. "Your dream it was to go--when it come your time to go--"
"I know what you're thinking of, old General," says Lefty. "Your dream it was to go--when it come your time to go--"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
He Was as Good a Wrestler as He Was a Good Swordsman, but, with Bitter Anger in My Heart and a Vision of the Haunted Wood before My Eyes, I Think I Could Have Wrestled with Hercules and Won
He Was as Good a Wrestler as He Was a Good Swordsman, but, with Bitter Anger in My Heart and a Vision of the Haunted Wood before My Eyes, I Think I Could Have Wrestled with Hercules and Won
Frank E. Schoonover
1931
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!
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
"Why, This Map is Invaluable. What is Your Name, My Boy?"
"Why, This Map is Invaluable. What is Your Name, My Boy?"
N.C. Wyeth
1907
"I came to see you about that ditch of yours, Chisholm"
"I came to see you about that ditch of yours, Chisholm"
N.C. Wyeth
1908