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Round the dead man's neck, suspended by a cord, hung the Harvest Moon
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Round the dead man's neck, suspended by a cord, hung the Harvest Moon
1911
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SUPP2000.1606
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The Harvest Moon at Lolo, untitled headpiece illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1911
All day he hung round the cove, or upon the cliffs, with a brass telescope
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The effect was startling. The man's feet left the ground and he fell with a thud as if dropped from some height . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The man's query was so startlingly abrupt that it caught Slim with his guard down.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
The White Man's Way, untitled headpiece illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1905
For an instant the three seemed to hang suspended, like some many-limbed polyp
N.C. Wyeth
1916
A Man's Table Reversed
William Michael Harnett
1877
Sir Nat and the Horse
Johnny watched Sir Nat rub the gray muzzle, run a quick hand down the ewe neck, stand back critically and proceed to a minute and systematic inspection of the antique nag
N.C. Wyeth
1928
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Threw the bridle rein on Sathanthus' neck, and rolled and lighted a cigarette.
N.C. Wyeth
1905
On the cross she hung a tiny sack of eagle's skin
N.C. Wyeth
1909
The Horse Race
Cursing and whipping like a madman, the scarlet jockey drew up on the turn, hung knee to knee, passed him by
N.C. Wyeth
1928
