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"Ramsay scrambled over the rail to the orchestra pit, and over the piano and the footlights"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Ramsay scrambled over the rail to the orchestra pit, and over the piano and the footlights"
Oil on canvas
1903
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.2402
known by reproduction only
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for A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
A gust, fiercer than any of its predecessors, heeled the Wanderer over and the lip of a comber climbed in over her counter and swept aft to the break of the poop.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
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
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog
The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Over hill and holler and ford and creek / Jest like the hosses had wings, we tore
N.C. Wyeth
1912
untitled (phantom female figures gliding over lake)
N.C. Wyeth
not dated
untitled (two hunters, one having fallen over a fence)
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1909 / 1912
Out of the sky to her fell Kogal, with a great cry, scattering a spray of silver over the lotus blossoms
N.C. Wyeth
1927
untitled (phantom female figures gliding over lake)
N.C. Wyeth
not dated
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The Brig "Covenant" in a Fog
All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916