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Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.

Alternate Title(s)
  • Babylonian; Before Me Sat the Virgin Queen
Oil on canvas
1923
34 × 40 in. (86.4 × 101.6 cm)
SUPP2000.1303
From the collection of Houghton Mifflin Company
Not on view
My confusion, I think, derived from my complete unfamiliarity with this sort of thing. I sat breathless, watching the strange exotic creature before me
My confusion, I think, derived from my complete unfamiliarity with this sort of thing. I sat breathless, watching the strange exotic creature before me
N.C. Wyeth
1923
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"As He Sat in the Doorway Looking at the Storm He Realized that He was Shaken by a Wild, Crude Lyric of Passion"
"As He Sat in the Doorway Looking at the Storm He Realized that He was Shaken by a Wild, Crude Lyric of Passion"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"I Thank Him for the Knowledge That - I Shall Not Tell! . . . And, Perhaps, . . . I Shall Not Wholly Die. . . . Perhaps"
"I Thank Him for the Knowledge That - I Shall Not Tell! . . . And, Perhaps, . . . I Shall Not Wholly Die. . . . Perhaps"
N.C. Wyeth
1910
Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1914
At Queen's Ferry And the spirit of all that I beheld put me in thoughts of far voyages and foreign places
At Queen's Ferry
And the spirit of all that I beheld put me in thoughts of far voyages and foreign places
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
The Torrent in the Valley of Glencoe I had scarce time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I had followed him, and he had caught and stopped me
The Torrent in the Valley of Glencoe
I had scarce time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I had followed him, and he had caught and stopped me
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
N.C. Wyeth
1917