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The Assyrians had camped on the plains beyond the walls, and the whole city was paralyzed with fear. Only Isaiah was unterrified. In majestic calm he stood and hurled his defiance at the enemy
The Assyrians had camped on the plains beyond the walls, and the whole city was paralyzed with fear. Only Isaiah was unterrified. In majestic calm he stood and hurled his defiance at the enemy
The Assyrians had camped on the plains beyond the walls, and the whole city was paralyzed with fear. Only Isaiah was unterrified. In majestic calm he stood and hurled his defiance at the enemy
(American, 1882 - 1945)

The Assyrians had camped on the plains beyond the walls, and the whole city was paralyzed with fear. Only Isaiah was unterrified. In majestic calm he stood and hurled his defiance at the enemy

Alternate Title(s)
  • Prophet Isaiah and Sons; The Sons of the Prophet Isaiah
Oil on canvas
1929
42 × 32 in. (106.7 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.819
Nat Wyeth Fritsche
Not on view
untitled (figure study for The Plains Herder)
untitled (figure study for The Plains Herder)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1908
The Plains Herder.
The Plains Herder.
N.C. Wyeth
1908
While the Arab, majestic in all his attitudes, smoked dreamily over his coffee-cup.
While the Arab, majestic in all his attitudes, smoked dreamily over his coffee-cup.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
Captives When the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glided down the current and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south bank of the stream.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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
Magua Captures Alice He hesitated a moment; and then catching the light and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods
Magua Captures Alice He hesitated a moment; and then catching the light and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"Schmeckenbecker faced the mob, gallantly shouting his defiance"
"Schmeckenbecker faced the mob, gallantly shouting his defiance"
N.C. Wyeth
1903
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
For three months he worked as an axeman . . . his only companion a dour Scotchman who never spoke.
For three months he worked as an axeman . . . his only companion a dour Scotchman who never spoke.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
There, in a white world of mist, . . . he stood alone, fighting his battle between love for a girl and a standard of honor in the friendship of men.
There, in a white world of mist, . . . he stood alone, fighting his battle between love for a girl and a standard of honor in the friendship of men.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Plate #14 | This one, who with his hat takes off | His head (Could foolishness be greater?) | Is called for reasons plain enough | The Sword-tailed Self-De-cap-i-ta-tor.
Plate #14 | This one, who with his hat takes off | His head (Could foolishness be greater?) | Is called for reasons plain enough | The Sword-tailed Self-De-cap-i-ta-tor.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
The enemy had re-formed the line and bounded forward as if thrown by a spring. Richard had thrown the helmet over the Saracens' heads. "Look at me!"
The enemy had re-formed the line and bounded forward as if thrown by a spring. Richard had thrown the helmet over the Saracens' heads. "Look at me!"
N.C. Wyeth
1931