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Those who passed by night were grateful for the lamp
Those who passed by night were grateful for the lamp
Those who passed by night were grateful for the lamp
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Those who passed by night were grateful for the lamp

Oil on canvas
1909
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1980
known by reproduction only
Not on view
The stream began to bear us away from those ranks of fortunate folks who stood to listen to Jennie May.
The stream began to bear us away from those ranks of fortunate folks who stood to listen to Jennie May.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
N.C. Wyeth
1932
He had earned enough for a fifteen-cent lodging and a ten-cent meal and still had half his stock. He was grateful
He had earned enough for a fifteen-cent lodging and a ten-cent meal and still had half his stock. He was grateful
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
Memgumban, back in the steamy hills, was unhappy. The hills were sadly unimproved real estate. Trees full of pythons, jungles swarming with nasty little hill dwarfs who blew poisoned arrows at you as a pasttime.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
"I remember," writes Buffalo Bill, "the next day father began trading with the Indians, who were so pleased over the bargins we offered that they sent their friends back to us after they cantered away."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Sixth Commandment: Kill not, abet not those who kill; thou shalt not pay the butcher’s bill
Sixth Commandment: Kill not, abet not those who kill; thou shalt not pay the butcher’s bill
Peter Paone
1963
Sitting on the Floor beside the Lamp, the Nub Ate His Meal
Sitting on the Floor beside the Lamp, the Nub Ate His Meal
Andrew Wyeth
1935
...Emerging into an opening that appeared to have been formed partly by the ravages of the wind, and partly by those of fire.
...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
"That trip with Charles was one of the happiest times in my whole life. I got acquainted with my boy in those two weeks, as I never knew him before. I found the man in him"
"That trip with Charles was one of the happiest times in my whole life. I got acquainted with my boy in those two weeks, as I never knew him before. I found the man in him"
N.C. Wyeth
1931
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.
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
Think What Might Happen if It Was Not Protected by Those Hills!
Think What Might Happen if It Was Not Protected by Those Hills!
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The Horse Race Cursing and whipping like a madman, the scarlet jockey drew up on the turn, hung knee to knee, passed him by
The Horse Race
Cursing and whipping like a madman, the scarlet jockey drew up on the turn, hung knee to knee, passed him by
N.C. Wyeth
1928