 A Discouraging Model by James Wittcombe Reilly Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachok Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face carbon in on a ground Of that shadowy hair where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile a was fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favourite saint And that lace at her throat and the fluttering hands Snowing there with a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches first fluttering at the bow Then the roses the hair and then that little tilt Of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth with a model like this Holding knot on his palette the tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Oh what artist could dare to expect a result half so fair End of poem. This recording is in the public domain A Discouraging Model by James Whitcomb Riley Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there The shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face curving in on a ground Of that shadowy hair where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile oh as fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favourite saint And that lace at her throat and the fluttering hands Snowing there with a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches first fluttering at the bow Then the roses the hair and then that little tilt What artist on earth with a model like this Holding knot on his palette the tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile What artist could dare to expect a result half so fair End of poem. This recording is in the public domain A Discouraging Model by James Whitcomb Riley Read for LibriVox.org by Ethan Hurst Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face curving in on a ground Of that shadowy hair where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile oh as fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favorite saint And that lace at her throat and the fluttering hands Snowing there with the grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches first fluttering at the bow Then the roses the hair and then that little tilt Of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth with a model like this Holding knot on his palette the tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile oh what artist could dare To expect a result half so fair End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A discouraging model By James Wittgenreilly Read for LibriVox.org by Florence Short Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with a jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in Under there where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face Carving in on a ground of that shadowy hair Where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile oh as fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favorite saint And that lace at her throat And the fluttering hands snowing there With a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches First fluttering at the bow Then the roses, the hair And then that little tilt of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth with a model like this Holding knot on his palette the tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of a hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Oh what artist could dare to expect a result half so fair End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A Discouraging Model by James Wickham Riley Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton Just the airiest, fairest, slipperer thing With a Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntyest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face Carving in on a ground of that shadowy hair Where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile Oh, as fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old Used to paint round the lips of their favourite saint And that lace at her throat And the fluttering hands Snowing there with a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches First fluttering at the bow Then the roses The hair And then that little tilt of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth With a model like this Holding knot on his palette The tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Oh, what artist could dare To expect a result half so fair End of poem. This recording is in the public domain A Discouraging Model By James Whitcomb Riley Read for LibriVox.org By Graham Scott Cheltenham, England GrahamScottAudio.com Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face Carving in on a ground of that shadowy hair Where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile Oh, as fair and as faint and as sweet As the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favourite saint And that laced her throat And the fluttering hands snowing there With a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches First fluttering at the bow Then the roses, the hair And then that little tilt of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth with a model like this Holding knot on his palate The tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Oh, what artist could dare To expect a result half so fair End of poem This recording is in the public domain A discouraging model by James Whitcomb Riley Read for LibriVox.org Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With the Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face Carved in on the ground Of that shadowy hair where the roses are wound And a gleam of a smile Oh, as fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favourite saint And that laced her throat And the fluttering hands Snowing there with a grace That no art understands The flakes of their touches First fluttering at the bow Then the roses, the hair And then that little tilt of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth with a model like this Holding not on his palette the tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Oh, what artist could dare To expect a result half so fair End of poem This recording is in the public domain A discouraging model by James Whitcombe Riley Read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat like the butterflies wind Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face Carved in on the ground Of that shadowy hair where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile Always fair and as faint and as sweet As the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favorite saint And that lace at her throat In the fluttering hands Knowing there with a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches First fluttering at the bow Then the roses, the hair And then that little tilt of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth Was a model like this Holding not on his palette the tint of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Oh what artist could dare to expect A result half so fair And a poem This recording is in the public domain A discouraging model by James Whitcombe Riley Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Just the airiest, fairest slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat Like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face Carved in on the ground Of that shadowy hair Where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile Oh as fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favorite saint And that lace at her throat And the fluttering hands Snowing there with a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches First fluttering at the bow Then the roses, the hair And then that little tilt of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth With a model like this Holding knot on his palate The tent of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Oh what artist could dare To expect a result half so fair End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Discouraging Bottle by James Whitcomb Riley Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson Just the airiest fair slip of a thing With a Gainsborough hat like a butterfly's wing Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air And a knot of red roses sewn in under there Where the shadows are lost in her hair Then a cameo face Carving in on a ground of that shadowy hair Where the roses are wound And the gleam of a smile Oh as fair and as faint And as sweet as the masters of old used to paint Round the lips of their favourite saint And that lace at her throat And the fluttering hands snowing there With a grace that no art understands The flakes of their touches First fluttering at the bowl Then the roses, the hair And then that little tilt of the Gainsborough hat What artist on earth with a model like this Holding knot on his palate The tent of a kiss Nor a pigment to hint of the hue of her hair Nor the gold of her smile Well what artist could dare to expect a result Half so fair? End of poem This recording is in the public domain