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She flung herself on the ground and lifted the magnificent head gently
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
She flung herself on the ground and lifted the magnificent head gently
ca. 1929
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SUPP2000.2029
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It was a magnificent finale, a sight for men and gods. Like the wind he flung by the other horse, and two lengths ahead he went by the corral gate
N.C. Wyeth
1915
Step by step she forced herself to move across the floor till she stood above the bed.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
She still cooked for us when Tom asked her, but she never touched a pill herself. If there is any harder test for will power, you'll have to show it to me
N.C. Wyeth
1914
The Supplicant Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex
N.C. Wyeth
1919
She Saw Herself for What He Had Said, and Swooned
Howard Pyle
1909
She Threw Herself on the Bed and Wept Out Her Sense of Wrong on the Pillow
Anna Whelan Betts
ca. 1899
Mr. Scroggs lifted up his voice in a passionate prayer.
N.C. Wyeth
1906
"- and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"He rose to his feet and flung the six pounds of powerful explosive far out into the great snow comb."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
The Emperor Lay in his Huge Magnificent Bed
Nancy Ekholm Burkert
1965
At a touch from Michael's knife . . . the sword flew in splinters, and the wretch, stabbed to the heart, fell lifeless on the ground.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
"Your legs are all right if they are long enough to reach the ground."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
