Taylor, F. Walter (Frank Walter), 1874-1921
Frank Walter Taylor American illustrator
Taylor, F. Walter 1874-1921
Taylor, F. Walter (American illustrator, 1874-1921)
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- 100 0 _ ‡a Frank Walter Taylor ‡c American illustrator
- 100 1 _ ‡a Taylor, F. Walter ‡d 1874-1921
- 100 1 _ ‡a Taylor, F. Walter ‡g American illustrator, 1874-1921
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- 100 1 0 ‡a Taylor, F. Walter ‡q (Frank Walter), ‡d 1874-1921
4xx's: Alternate Name Forms (14)
Works
Title | Sources |
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[Abraham Lincoln] | |
Ah, like a wood Anemone, thy face, thy curving throat shone faintly through the enfolding gloom that hung about me | |
America gave you all you have to give, give it - she needs it now! | |
At low tide | |
David, she said aloud weakly, David, I'm coming just as fast as I can | |
Fisherman's luck and some other uncertain things | |
He gained the shallows and began to pick his way way along the shore | |
Hearts don't come when reason whistles to them, he said | |
[It just says yes, I suppose that means we'll go? she said slowly] | |
Japanese feeling | |
[Logan Rock] | |
Look! he said, and Miles swung about toward the ridge below | |
[Man standing on rocks by pool] | |
[Morley let his gaze follow that of Captain Fred] | |
[No, Mary Ethel, I says, I will not come in] | |
[Of course you know my opinion of you] | |
Oh Carl-- her black, heavy eyes suddenly glittered with tears, I want my baby | |
[Original portrait drawings and prints of Joseph Pennell from the Joseph and Elizabeth Robins Pennell collection] | |
[Paint into it your own meagerness and banality] | |
[The sands are dotted with striped red-and-white tents] | |
Sanguin shadow | |
I say it will be very well to set a saint to guard a saint | |
[She sat staring into the picture for a long time] | |
[She-- she's supposed to be asleep, she faltered nervously] | |
[The shoemaker spelled out the words with gentle, half-moving lips] | |
[Somebody ought to paint it, Blair said under his breath] | |
There, Tim, run along and tell Joe to saddle the Rion Colt | |
They waited for her to give them some sign of her bereavement | |
[I thought I heard someone talking, she said faintly] | |
Trix and Over-the-moon | |
[Waterfall framed by cherub and fountains] | |
[We came to Sandy's house, where all was dark] | |
We're bound to the North'ard, I tell you | |
Will you live? Will you give me life? | |
[Woman kneeling beside man] | |
[Woman's head] | |
The Works of F. Hopkinson Smith. |