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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Lift Up Your Hearts
Oil
1943
approximately 41 × 31 in. (104.1 × 78.7 cm)
SUPP2000.1687
Location unknown
© Brown & Bigelow, Inc., St. Paul, Minnesota
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The Knave of Hearts
Maxfield Parrish
1922
Ye Queen of Hearts
Howard Pyle
n.d.
"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
N.C. Wyeth
1915
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for The Fight on the Bridge Orlando at last had strength enough to lift his foe and fling him over the side, but had not wit to clear himself from him, so both fell together
The Fight on the Bridge
Orlando at last had strength enough to lift his foe and fling him over the side, but had not wit to clear himself from him, so both fell together
N.C. Wyeth
1924
The Three Knights
"It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"Up with your hands or we'll make this a shambles, now that we've started."
N.C. Wyeth
1913
So Hate That is Brother to Death Was in the Heart of Craftainy the Harper for Cormac Conloingias.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
So the maiden went on, and little divined or imagined what was at work in his heart, that made him so awkward and speechless.
N.C. Wyeth
1920
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
The girl's heart seemed to stop beating. The horses plodded through the leafy aisles, glorious with colors of the Autumn woods, but she saw none of them.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"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
"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