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The pale, moonlit city lay all about us in a ghostly circle. Mosulla and I had never been so close in spirit
The pale, moonlit city lay all about us in a ghostly circle. Mosulla and I had never been so close in spirit
The pale, moonlit city lay all about us in a ghostly circle. Mosulla and I had never been so close in spirit
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The pale, moonlit city lay all about us in a ghostly circle. Mosulla and I had never been so close in spirit

1923
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And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"Oh, Al!" she wailed . . . "I didn't know I loved you so--or I'd been different"
"Oh, Al!" she wailed . . . "I didn't know I loved you so--or I'd been different"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
I had many friends among professional thieves. From the very first I had been "right"
I had many friends among professional thieves. From the very first I had been "right"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1913
Youth is all about us: eager, ardent, lovely youth
Youth is all about us: eager, ardent, lovely youth
Clara Elsene Peck
n.d.
Thereafter she clung close about Randver
Thereafter she clung close about Randver
Howard Pyle
1910
I turned cold as I thought of her playing with her doll while I had been out on the prairie laying poison plots against her innocence, her trust in me
I turned cold as I thought of her playing with her doll while I had been out on the prairie laying poison plots against her innocence, her trust in me
N.C. Wyeth
1921
When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.
When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
At Queen's Ferry And the spirit of all that I beheld put me in thoughts of far voyages and foreign places
At Queen's Ferry
And the spirit of all that I beheld put me in thoughts of far voyages and foreign places
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Captain Flood Never had time to follow Scripteh much, what with following the sea. But I respects a man that does
Captain Flood
Never had time to follow Scripteh much, what with following the sea. But I respects a man that does
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1928
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916