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No wild rose of the mountain could have been purer, fresher, than she
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
No wild rose of the mountain could have been purer, fresher, than she
1908
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SUPP2000.2336
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There she was, the Dancing Bess, holding a taut bowline to the eastward. And there were the two frigates, but they might as well have been chasing a star.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
With Eve in London
"Well," she said, as if this was the first moment of their meeting, "how have you been, sir?"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Mr. Balfour, of the House of Shaws
What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"I've seen him ride broncs that had piled the best of them, and as for roping--even the Mexican vaqueros have had to hand it to him more than once"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
She was like nothing in his grasp; she could not stir.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
. . .She found Chingachgook studying the shores of the lake, the mountains, and the heavens. . . .
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The Wrestling Match at the "Pied Merlin"
It would have been hard that night, through the whole length of England, to set up a finer pair in face of each other.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
...Emerging into an opening that appeared to have been formed partly by the ravages of the wind, and partly by those of fire.
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Sabra thought privately that two women could have finished the job in half the time with one tenth the fuss
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.
N.C. Wyeth
1931
She leaned toward him with eyes shining more brightly than the moonlight in the wake of their canoe. "Oh, you're splendid."
N.C. Wyeth
1911
"Oh, Al!" she wailed . . . "I didn't know I loved you so--or I'd been different"
N.C. Wyeth
1929