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Every river that flows is good, and has something worthy to be loved
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Every river that flows is good, and has something worthy to be loved
Alternate Title(s)
A Little River
Oil on canvas
1919
34 1/2 × 25 in. (87.6 × 63.5 cm)
SUPP2000.2325
Cawley Family
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The Burial of Uncas "The boy has left us for a time; but, Sagamore, you are not alone"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
What the Crusader Dreamed of Has Now Come True--The English Troops Descending the Mount of Olives
N.C. Wyeth
1918
"If there is such a thing as justice or right anywhere, here or in some other world, that old man has a lot coming to him," said Cushions reverently
N.C. Wyeth
1914
"Doc, he walks up to Old Pinto, and has a look at him, frontways, sideways and all around"
N.C. Wyeth
1904
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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
Plate #18 | This animal which has no feet | (A stroke of genius, not an error), | The wild, voracious Jam-bo-reet, | Always inspires the utmost terror.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
I look up for my land and see instead something like a bird playing tag against the moonshine
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"Oh, Al!" she wailed . . . "I didn't know I loved you so--or I'd been different"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
I Have Loved You for a Great While, Fair Mervisaunt
Howard Pyle
1911
The Murder of Squire Ford
"My God!" cried Alleyne, shaking in every limb. "What devil's deed is this?"
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"I've promised you I would. I will promise every time you ask me."
N.C. Wyeth
1915
The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind
N.C. Wyeth
1916
