<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Art</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! Beauty still rebels!<br>Our dreams like clouds disperse:<br>She dwells<br>In agate, marble, verse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No false constraint be thine!<br>But, for right walking, choose<br>The fine,<br>The strict cothurnus, Muse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vainly ye seek to escape<br>The toil! The yielding phrase<br>Ye shape<br>Is clay, not chrysoprase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all in vain ye scorn<br>That seeming ease which ne’er<br>Was born<br>Of aught but love and care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take up the sculptor’s tool!<br>Recall the gods that die<br>To rule<br>In Parian o’er the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poet, let passion sleep<br>Till with the cosmic rhyme<br>You keep<br>Eternal tone and time,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By rule of hour and flower,<br>By strength of stern restraint<br>And power<br>To fail and not to faint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The task is hard to learn<br>While all the songs of Spring<br>Return<br>Along the blood and sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet hear—from her deep skies,<br>How Art, for all your pain,<br>Still cries<br>Ye must be born again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reject the wreath of rose,<br>Take up the crown of thorn<br>That shows<br>To-night a child is born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The far immortal face<br>In chosen onyx fine<br>Enchase,<br>Delicate line by line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strive with Carrara, fight<br>With Parian, till there steal<br>To light<br>Apollo’s pure profile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set the great lucid form<br>Free from its marble tomb<br>To storm<br>The heights of death and doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take up the sculptor’s tool!<br>Recall the gods that die<br>To rule<br>In Parian o’er the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341794" data-title="Art de Alfred Noyes" data-description="I Yes! Beauty still rebels! Our dreams like clouds disperse: She dwells In agate, marble, verse. No false constraint be thine! But, for right walking, choose The fine, The strict cothurnus, Muse. Vainly ye seek to escape The toil! The yielding ..."></div> </div> </div>

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