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"Nearest to the rough pine box stood the widow, with lowered eyes"
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"Nearest to the rough pine box stood the widow, with lowered eyes"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Nearest to the rough pine box stood the widow, with lowered eyes"
Oil on canvas
1907
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1849
known by reproduction only
Not on view
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Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
N.C. Wyeth
1932
The father kept the children near him, but always young Olaf looked with tragic eyes toward the slope where Padfoot waited.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Looking longingly into the grey eyes of Peachy the unattainable
N.C. Wyeth
1914
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
The Three Knights
"It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Yancey's ardent eyes took on their most melting look
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Her eyes were blue, with the blue of the sky at dawn.
N.C. Wyeth
1918
The girl watched her lover a little anxiously because he was moody. The visitor ate with his eyes down.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
N.C. Wyeth
1910
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look, merciless, cold, hypnotic. "A three-cornered piece, you'll find it, Lon. The Cravat sheep-brand"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Sitting in the bow of the boat, with his eyes fixed upon the woman who was nursing the Dane, was Stannard the Terrible!
N.C. Wyeth
1914