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I took her in my arms and held her.
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I took her in my arms and held her.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
I took her in my arms and held her.
Alternate Title(s)
The Lovers
Oil on canvas
1906
37 7/8 × 24 1/2 in. (96.2 × 62.2 cm)
SUPP2000.216
Collection of Mr. and Mrs. James Alexander Hodges
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"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
I jumped down into the stream and caught her in my arms as she was losing her hold
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Ivy shut her eyes when she hit now. Those gibbering monkey men did not know it, but Ivy in her terror knew it; no longer was it arms swinging a vindictive ax, but it was an ax of panic swinging helpless arms.
N.C. Wyeth
1930
"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"Pauline," he said feebly, and fainted in her arms
N.C. Wyeth
1908
Now he knew--the gods had reserved her for him! He leaped at her like a lion, shouting: "I too have found what I wanted--my share of the wealth of Asia!"
N.C. Wyeth
1931
And when they came to the sword that the hand held, King Arthur took it up
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Michael Strogoff went forward and took her hand.
N.C. Wyeth
1927
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
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
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