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Quite Oblivious to the Keen Wind
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Quite Oblivious to the Keen Wind
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Quite Oblivious to the Keen Wind
1908
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SUPP2000.1935
known by reproduction only
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Ahead Rode a Keen-Eyed Man
N.C. Wyeth
1908
When he was fourteen, Michael Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
N.C. Wyeth
1913
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 how Rowena looked back at us, as the Gowdy buggy went off like the wind, with Buck's arm behind the girl to keep her from jouncing out
N.C. Wyeth
1921
The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind
N.C. Wyeth
1916
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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
After their manner, they had turned their tails to the wind, and were drifting ahead of the storm.
N.C. Wyeth
1908
The rifle came down through the empty air. Like the wind itself, the silver queen shot into flight.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
...Emerging into an opening that appeared to have been formed partly by the ravages of the wind, and partly by those of fire.
N.C. Wyeth
1925
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
"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919