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"And They Were Abominably Given To Song"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"And They Were Abominably Given To Song"
Alternate Title(s)
Chanting Their Sagas
Oil on canvas
1905
16 7/8 × 25 7/8 in. (42.9 × 65.7 cm)
SUPP2000.1344
Private collection
Not on view
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for It was the first time Smoky Face had given that particular call, but the band understood.
It was the first time Smoky Face had given that particular call, but the band understood.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
The Three Friends
The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Little John Sings a Song at the Banquet
That evening, whilst Monceux raged and stormed without, they all sat to a great feast.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Spring. "Song"
N.C. Wyeth
1909
For some time the dark form remained motionless, listening to the girl singing her Irish songs
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Song of the Eagle that Mates with the Storm!
N.C. Wyeth
1916
untitled (illustration for Song of the Road's End)
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"Coming toward the camp was a regulation Santa Claus--red breeches, boots, pack and all. For a minute or two we were too paralyzed to move"
N.C. Wyeth
1927
They were entirely absorbed in their primitive pastime.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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
"Send him back? Not a bit of it! We're going to hang him higher than Haman"
N.C. Wyeth
1912