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It hung upon a thorn, and there he blew three deadly notes
It hung upon a thorn, and there he blew three deadly notes
It hung upon a thorn, and there he blew three deadly notes
(American, 1882 - 1945)

It hung upon a thorn, and there he blew three deadly notes

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Signal to the Castle
Oil on canvas
1917
40 1/4 × 32 in. (102.2 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.30
The Andrew and Betsy Wyeth Collection
Not on view
Portrait of Ann Reading, composition drawing with color notes
Portrait of Ann Reading, composition drawing with color notes
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1930
All day he hung round the cove, or upon the cliffs, with a brass telescope
All day he hung round the cove, or upon the cliffs, with a brass telescope
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."
"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle
It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Some Fell among Thorns
Some Fell among Thorns
William Trost Richards
ca. 1887
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog
The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
On the cross she hung a tiny sack of eagle's skin
On the cross she hung a tiny sack of eagle's skin
N.C. Wyeth
1909
The Horse Race Cursing and whipping like a madman, the scarlet jockey drew up on the turn, hung knee to knee, passed him by
The Horse Race
Cursing and whipping like a madman, the scarlet jockey drew up on the turn, hung knee to knee, passed him by
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Image Not Available for Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit of One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew.
Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit of One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
They travelled all day through the ever-increasing cold, speaking but little, their faces covered from the deadly frost.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
N.C. Wyeth
1920