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Holding a burning brand in the air, he saw the tired king standing there.
Holding a burning brand in the air, he saw the tired king standing there.
Holding a burning brand in the air, he saw the tired king standing there.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Holding a burning brand in the air, he saw the tired king standing there.

Alternate Title(s)
  • King and Colier (sic); The King Knocks
Oil on canvas
1923
32 × 42 in. (81.3 × 106.7 cm)
SUPP2000.855
Collection of Mr. Erik Davies
Not on view
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
In the Council Lodge A flaring torch was burning in the place, and sent its red glare from face to face and figure to figure, as it waved in the currents of air
In the Council Lodge
A flaring torch was burning in the place, and sent its red glare from face to face and figure to figure, as it waved in the currents of air
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look, merciless, cold, hypnotic. "A three-cornered piece, you'll find it, Lon. The Cravat sheep-brand"
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look, merciless, cold, hypnotic. "A three-cornered piece, you'll find it, Lon. The Cravat sheep-brand"
N.C. Wyeth
1929
The sweet strains of music . . . stole into the consciousness of the tired girl
The sweet strains of music . . . stole into the consciousness of the tired girl
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Pirates Toast to a Burning Ship
Pirates Toast to a Burning Ship
N.C. Wyeth
1930
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."
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
The Magician and the Maid of Beauty High in the sky he saw a rainbow, and on it the Maid of Beauty
The Magician and the Maid of Beauty
High in the sky he saw a rainbow, and on it the Maid of Beauty
N.C. Wyeth
1912
When Sir Percival came nigh the brim, and saw the water so boisterous, he doubted to overpass it
When Sir Percival came nigh the brim, and saw the water so boisterous, he doubted to overpass it
N.C. Wyeth
1917
The courier of the air
The courier of the air
N.C. Wyeth
1918
At this instant the door flew open and the fight was transferred to the platform, the light, and the open air.
At this instant the door flew open and the fight was transferred to the platform, the light, and the open air.
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
Just as the baby's feet cleared the ground Padfoot leaped into the air and buried his teeth into the feathers of his old enemy.
N.C. Wyeth
1923