Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 476
I ve learned about tiles, and plaques, andstorks;Know a dado from a frieze,But I d rather be in my native bog,Waving about in the breeze. My shakes are gone, but I ve posed so much,I ve almost broken my back ;I ve been painted on gilded panels,On sky-blue, olive, and black. i882 LAMENT OF THE… … And when of my ancestors I think — Respectable old rushes ! —I feel, could they know of my public life, Their cheeks would burn with blushes. I hope they died in their native swamp Before the style had begunOf taking their pictures in black and white, In oils, or in Kensington. But there comes an…
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