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For an instant the three seemed to hang suspended, like some many-limbed polyp
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
For an instant the three seemed to hang suspended, like some many-limbed polyp
1916
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Round the dead man's neck, suspended by a cord, hung the Harvest Moon
N.C. Wyeth
1911
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
"Send him back? Not a bit of it! We're going to hang him higher than Haman"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"I'd Like to See You Get Any Three Men to Agree to Anything on This River"
N.C. Wyeth
1907
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
She Seemed About Four Miles Off from Me, and There was a Right Cold Current Blowin' in My Direction
N.C. Wyeth
1905
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for The woman never changed her posture, never seemed to realize the approach of dawn; but Winston roused up, lifting his head to gaze wearily forward.
The woman never changed her posture, never seemed to realize the approach of dawn; but Winston roused up, lifting his head to gaze wearily forward.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
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
They seemed actually to know Yancey. They called him Buffalo Head.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
For a moment he seemed to be looking right at me. This was my first sight of Bowie Bushyager
N.C. Wyeth
1921