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. Memory
2. To Elizabeth Barrett Browning
3. Durand
4. A Thought by the Sea-Shore
5. On Seeing the Ivory Statue of Christ

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