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Then the king . . . ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, "Traitor, now is thy death day come"
Then the king . . . ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, "Traitor, now is thy death day come"
Then the king . . . ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, "Traitor, now is thy death day come"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Then the king . . . ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, "Traitor, now is thy death day come"

Oil on canvas
1917
40 × 32 in. (101.6 × 81.3 cm)
2006.15
Gift of Christopher W. Davenport, John F. Davenport and Juliet R. Davenport in memory of the previous owners, 2006
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The Lovers Heyward and Alice took their way together towards the distant village of the Delawares
The Lovers
Heyward and Alice took their way together towards the distant village of the Delawares
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The Meeting of the Generals As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy
The Meeting of the Generals
As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Esther's White Arm, Loaded With Jewels, Pointed Towards Haman.
Esther's White Arm, Loaded With Jewels, Pointed Towards Haman.
N.C. Wyeth
1926
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
While the soldiers pressed for a closer view, and a thrill of expectancy ran through them all, Jehoiada led Joash out from behind the pillar. A trembling little fellow, a wondering, wide-eyed lad, but a son of the line of David, every inch a king!
N.C. Wyeth
1929
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
N.C. Wyeth
1914
They shot towards the roof and beyond
They shot towards the roof and beyond
Edward Gorey
1973
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Admiral Sir William Penn, Denouncing and Turning His Son from Home: "Forget also Thine Own People and Thy Father's House" (Study)
Admiral Sir William Penn, Denouncing and Turning His Son from Home: "Forget also Thine Own People and Thy Father's House" (Study)
Violet Oakley
ca. 1903
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"I am Sir Launcelot du Lake, King Ban's son of Benwick, and knight of the Round Table"
"I am Sir Launcelot du Lake, King Ban's son of Benwick, and knight of the Round Table"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
King Mark slew the noble knight Sir Tristram as he sat harping before his lady la Belle Isolde
N.C. Wyeth
1917