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As he proceeded, he breathed humble, fervent prayers into the silence of the dawn
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
As he proceeded, he breathed humble, fervent prayers into the silence of the dawn
1907
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SUPP2000.1581
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Saying Prayers
Horace Pippin
1943
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
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1924
Prince Leo Presents Rogero to Charlemagne
"Behold," Leo said, "The champion who maintained from dawn to setting sun the arduous contest; he comes to claim the guerdon of the fight"
N.C. Wyeth
1924
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Indian Prayer
N.C. Wyeth
1937
There fell a long silence through which O'Hara read and Kenyon kept watch at the window.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
For a long time the three brothers smoked on in silence.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Mr. Scroggs lifted up his voice in a passionate prayer.
N.C. Wyeth
1906
Indian Prayer, composition drawing
N.C. Wyeth
1937
Silence
John W. McCoy
n.d.
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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
Her eyes were blue, with the blue of the sky at dawn.
N.C. Wyeth
1918
