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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.
At a touch from Michael's knife . . . the sword flew in splinters, and the wretch, stabbed to the heart, fell lifeless on the ground.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

At a touch from Michael's knife . . . the sword flew in splinters, and the wretch, stabbed to the heart, fell lifeless on the ground.

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Fight with Ivan Ogareff; The Sword Flew In Splinters
Oil on canvas
1927
40 1/4 × 30 1/4 in. (102.2 × 76.8 cm)
SUPP2000.73
Private collection
Not on view
"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
The effect was startling. The man's feet left the ground and he fell with a thud as if dropped from some height . . .
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
When temptation came, and Adam and Eve fell out of the their sinless and virtueless Eden, they began to be worth while. They fell from innocence into manhood and womanhood. They fell from shiftlessness into work. They fell from a drifting irresponsibility into worry and trouble and despair, but also into ambition and courage and hope
When temptation came, and Adam and Eve fell out of the their sinless and virtueless Eden, they began to be worth while. They fell from innocence into manhood and womanhood. They fell from shiftlessness into work. They fell from a drifting irresponsibility into worry and trouble and despair, but also into ambition and courage and hope
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Robin Hood and His Companions Lend Aid to Will o' th' Green from Ambush Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey.
Robin Hood and His Companions Lend Aid to Will o' th' Green from Ambush
Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Headlong he leaped on the Boaster, and, snatching his knife from its scabbard . . .
Headlong he leaped on the Boaster, and, snatching his knife from its scabbard . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Some Fell on Good Ground
Some Fell on Good Ground
William Trost Richards
ca. 1887
Two or three times one of the mares fell in the drifts, and nothing but the courage bred into them in the blue-grass fields of Kentucky saved us from stalling out in that fearful moving flood of snow
Two or three times one of the mares fell in the drifts, and nothing but the courage bred into them in the blue-grass fields of Kentucky saved us from stalling out in that fearful moving flood of snow
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
At this instant the door flew open and the fight was transferred to the platform, the light, and the open air.
At this instant the door flew open and the fight was transferred to the platform, the light, and the open air.
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The Passing of Robin Hood Leaning heavily against Little John's sobbing breast, Robin Hood flew his last arrow out through the window, far away into the deep green of the trees.
The Passing of Robin Hood Leaning heavily against Little John's sobbing breast, Robin Hood flew his last arrow out through the window, far away into the deep green of the trees.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
"My son, when will you put this revenge from your heart?"
N.C. Wyeth
1915
Uncas Slays a Deer Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to his side, and passed his knife across the throat
Uncas Slays a Deer Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to his side, and passed his knife across the throat
N.C. Wyeth
1919