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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him
1916
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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
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
"'It's a scientific, historic, precise'--and at every word his big hand made the glasses jump--'designation of him'"
N.C. Wyeth
1903
The sun beat down upon him. The dry, white dust beat up around him. The girl sagged and lolled on his shoulder
N.C. Wyeth
1916
His Right Wrist Linked to a Garroter
N.C. Wyeth
1908
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
N.C. Wyeth
1910
Plate #2 | Poor Tom began to whine and shake | When with his spells the Wizard bound him | And set on him a monstrous snake | Which coiled its ugly self around him.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
In a hospital room Nora found her brother with Big Boy Morgan watching beside his bed
N.C. Wyeth
1925
He turned over and crawled around back of the bush, trying to make a wide circle around the fire. The bullets followed him
N.C. Wyeth
1912
We rode quietly until the suburbs had dropped behind, and then lashed out furiously. (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1923
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We rode quietly until the suburbs had dropped behind, and then lashed out furiously. (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1923