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It was, then, not a dream. This was the sign unto them.
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It was, then, not a dream. This was the sign unto them.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
It was, then, not a dream. This was the sign unto them.
Alternate Title(s)
The Nativity
Oil on canvas
1912
47 × 38 in. (119.4 × 96.5 cm)
SUPP2000.245
Private collection, ME
Not on view
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1917
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1917
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1918
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Washington's Headquarters sign
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1919
In Phantom guise my spirit flies / As the dream-blades dip and swing.
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He was a fine boy-an imaginative boy, with great dreams in his head.
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1916
"Life itself is only a vision, a dream"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
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1932
"They got to fightin' on which should get the first hoss: so I bent my gun on them and made them draw lots"
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1906
The queen lounged restfully on the divan among the cushions, looking out at him under lowered lashes, like one who dreams
N.C. Wyeth
1923
