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The father kept the children near him, but always young Olaf looked with tragic eyes toward the slope where Padfoot waited.
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The father kept the children near him, but always young Olaf looked with tragic eyes toward the slope where Padfoot waited.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
The father kept the children near him, but always young Olaf looked with tragic eyes toward the slope where Padfoot waited.
Oil on canvas
1923
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SUPP2000.1423
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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
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
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
The children were always dirty, but they were healthy, and Mrs. Masso had a laugh that was good to hear
John Sloan
1912
His eyes looked as Sabra had never seen them look . . ., (alternate concept)
N.C. Wyeth
1929
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
It was not signed. I read it slowly, because I was not very good at reading, and turned my eyes west-where my mother had gone
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"Your father--" Sabra would begin courageously, resolved to make him live again in the minds of the children
N.C. Wyeth
1929
To me he was unweariedly kind; and always glad to see me in the galley
N.C. Wyeth
1911
And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Jerrine was always such a dear little pal
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Mr. Fenby always sat with his wife after supper
N.C. Wyeth
1915