Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta (Энн Шарлотта Линч Ботта)

Cheney

The Paint-King, envious of his cunning art,
  To him the tinted palette would not lend;
So has he dipped the pencil in his heart,
  And with his light and shade its hues still blend.

1. Evening Hymn
2. The Battle of Life
3. Little Red Riding Hood
4. On a Picture of Harvey Birch

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