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While he debated the boy was coming on.
While he debated the boy was coming on.
While he debated the boy was coming on.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

While he debated the boy was coming on.

1905
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Mr. Campbell, the Minister of Essendean With that he prayed a little while aloud, and in affecting terms, for a young man setting out into the world
Mr. Campbell, the Minister of Essendean
With that he prayed a little while aloud, and in affecting terms, for a young man setting out into the world
N.C. Wyeth
1913
He was a fine boy-an imaginative boy, with great dreams in his head.
He was a fine boy-an imaginative boy, with great dreams in his head.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"Look, look!," he whispered from behind teeth that clicked like castanets. "See! He's coming!"
"Look, look!," he whispered from behind teeth that clicked like castanets. "See! He's coming!"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Kindly but sternly Eli watched the little Samuel. Had he been too indulgent with his own boys? He must not make the same mistake with this young life. Earnestly he taught and admonished and corrected, and "the child Samuel grew on, and was in favor both with the Lord, and also with men"
Kindly but sternly Eli watched the little Samuel. Had he been too indulgent with his own boys? He must not make the same mistake with this young life. Earnestly he taught and admonished and corrected, and "the child Samuel grew on, and was in favor both with the Lord, and also with men"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Image Not Available for Jesus lived the life of a Galilean boy. He went to the village school, which was kept in the local synagogue by a local rabbi. He learned the clumsy letters of the Hebrew alphabet according to current methods of instruction
Jesus lived the life of a Galilean boy. He went to the village school, which was kept in the local synagogue by a local rabbi. He learned the clumsy letters of the Hebrew alphabet according to current methods of instruction
N.C. Wyeth
1929
He looked at the boy a long time and fancied he could see some resemblance to the portrait.
He looked at the boy a long time and fancied he could see some resemblance to the portrait.
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
Image Not Available for All this while the canoe, with the form of Hetty erect in one end of it, was dimly perceptible.
All this while the canoe, with the form of Hetty erect in one end of it, was dimly perceptible.
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
N.C. Wyeth
1929
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