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King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
(American, 1882 - 1945)

King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde

Alternate Title(s)
  • The Death of Tristram
Oil on canvas
1917
40 × 32 in. (101.6 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.176
Private collection
Not on view
"Oh, gentle knight," said la Belle Isolde, "full woe am I of thy departing"
"Oh, gentle knight," said la Belle Isolde, "full woe am I of thy departing"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
"I am Sir Launcelot du Lake, King Ban's son of Benwick, and knight of the Round Table"
"I am Sir Launcelot du Lake, King Ban's son of Benwick, and knight of the Round Table"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
"We'll lave it up to the termites," says he, and he sat down and lit another cigarette. He'd smoked three before wan av the termites arrived and bit the poor lip ave me . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Deep in hollow sockets his hot eyes burned, red with fever. He sat his horse like an old man, haggard and bent.
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
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
He kept his gaze fixed as before and pointed
He kept his gaze fixed as before and pointed
N.C. Wyeth
1905
Image Not Available for I see the cheeks are powder-burnt and there's a mark acrost his forehead like it was one time split open
I see the cheeks are powder-burnt and there's a mark acrost his forehead like it was one time split open
N.C. Wyeth
1919
My confusion, I think, derived from my complete unfamiliarity with this sort of thing. I sat breathless, watching the strange exotic creature before me
My confusion, I think, derived from my complete unfamiliarity with this sort of thing. I sat breathless, watching the strange exotic creature before me
N.C. Wyeth
1923
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
N.C. Wyeth
1923