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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
John Alden and Priscilla
Oil on canvas
1945
108 × 120 1/2 in. (274.3 × 306.1 cm)
SUPP2000.445
Collection of MetLife, New York
Not on view
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John Alden and Priscilla, composition drawing
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1945
So through the Plymouth Woods John Alden went on his errand
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Miss Margery and Bee-Man John.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Said, in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you speak for yourself, John?"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Little John Sings a Song at the Banquet
That evening, whilst Monceux raged and stormed without, they all sat to a great feast.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Little John Fights with the Cook in the Sheriff's House
At last he made a dart upon Roger and the chase grew furious. Dishes, plates, covers, pots and pans--all that came in the way of them went flying.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Portrait of John Denys Zirngiebel
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1905
Life Mask of John Keats
N.C. Wyeth
1926
John Brimblecombe
N.C. Wyeth
1920
The Mother of John Paul Jones
A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
N.C. Wyeth
1928
The Passing of Robin Hood Leaning heavily against Little John's sobbing breast, Robin Hood flew his last arrow out through the window, far away into the deep green of the trees.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
