32×30 inches, oil on linen
ODE TO THE SNOW-DROP~ by Mary Robinson (1757-1800)
The snowdrop, Winter’s timid child,
Awakes to life, bedew’d with tears;
And flings around its fragrance mild,
And where no rival flow’rets bloom,
Amid the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears!
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