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His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Old Philosopher
Oil on canvas
1910
35 × 27 in. (88.9 × 68.6 cm)
SUPP2000.233
Diamond M Fine Art Collection, Museum of Texas Tech University
Not on view
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
N.C. Wyeth
1924
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
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
The girl watched her lover a little anxiously because he was moody. The visitor ate with his eyes down.
The girl watched her lover a little anxiously because he was moody. The visitor ate with his eyes down.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look, merciless, cold, hypnotic. "A three-cornered piece, you'll find it, Lon. The Cravat sheep-brand"
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look, merciless, cold, hypnotic. "A three-cornered piece, you'll find it, Lon. The Cravat sheep-brand"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Sitting in the bow of the boat, with his eyes fixed upon the woman who was nursing the Dane, was Stannard the Terrible!
Sitting in the bow of the boat, with his eyes fixed upon the woman who was nursing the Dane, was Stannard the Terrible!
N.C. Wyeth
1914
"A rounded shape on a little hillside caught his eyes."
"A rounded shape on a little hillside caught his eyes."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look . . ., (alternate concept)
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look . . ., (alternate concept)
N.C. Wyeth
1929
He Talked with His Eyes--a Single Sharp Shifting of the Eyeballs and a Flash of Light from Them
He Talked with His Eyes--a Single Sharp Shifting of the Eyeballs and a Flash of Light from Them
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"One swing 'f his battle-axe chops off the lock, 'n' there's a dragon black as ink wi' one eye."
"One swing 'f his battle-axe chops off the lock, 'n' there's a dragon black as ink wi' one eye."
N.C. Wyeth
1914
The books that are written about Him as the Son of God almost forget that His favorite title for Himself was the Son of Man.
The books that are written about Him as the Son of God almost forget that His favorite title for Himself was the Son of Man.
N.C. Wyeth
1924