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There she was, the Dancing Bess, holding a taut bowline to the eastward. And there were the two frigates, but they might as well have been chasing a star.
There she was, the Dancing Bess, holding a taut bowline to the eastward. And there were the two frigates, but they might as well have been chasing a star.
There she was, the Dancing Bess, holding a taut bowline to the eastward. And there were the two frigates, but they might as well have been chasing a star.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

There she was, the Dancing Bess, holding a taut bowline to the eastward. And there were the two frigates, but they might as well have been chasing a star.

Oil on canvas
1911
45 1/2 × 37 1/2 in. (115.6 × 95.3 cm)
SUPP2000.1268
location unknown
Not on view
With Eve in London "Well," she said, as if this was the first moment of their meeting, "how have you been, sir?"
With Eve in London
"Well," she said, as if this was the first moment of their meeting, "how have you been, sir?"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
The busy world itself might well hush its noisy activities long enough to hear of it.
The busy world itself might well hush its noisy activities long enough to hear of it.
N.C. Wyeth
1908
No wild rose of the mountain could have been purer, fresher, than she
No wild rose of the mountain could have been purer, fresher, than she
N.C. Wyeth
1908
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The Three Friends The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.
The Three Friends
The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The Wrestling Match at the "Pied Merlin" It would have been hard that night, through the whole length of England, to set up a finer pair in face of each other.
The Wrestling Match at the "Pied Merlin"
It would have been hard that night, through the whole length of England, to set up a finer pair in face of each other.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
...Emerging into an opening that appeared to have been formed partly by the ravages of the wind, and partly by those of fire.
...Emerging into an opening that appeared to have been formed partly by the ravages of the wind, and partly by those of fire.
N.C. Wyeth
1925
One might have thought that he did not care
One might have thought that he did not care
N.C. Wyeth
1905
One last tremendous cut which would certainly have split him to the chin[e] had it not been intercepted by our big signboard of Admiral Benbow
One last tremendous cut which would certainly have split him to the chin[e] had it not been intercepted by our big signboard of Admiral Benbow
N.C. Wyeth
1911
East of Eastward, untitled headpiece illustration
East of Eastward, untitled headpiece illustration
N.C. Wyeth
1917
"The sea breeds fighters and that's what I want in the employ of the Blue Star. You two just naturally make me sick at the stomach. Get out!"
"The sea breeds fighters and that's what I want in the employ of the Blue Star. You two just naturally make me sick at the stomach. Get out!"
N.C. Wyeth
1923