<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Antwerp)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Messieurs, le Dieu des peintres”: We felt odd:<br>'Twas Rubens, sculptured. A mean florid church<br>Was the next thing we saw,—from vane to porch<br>His drivel. The museum: as we trod<br>Its steps, his bust held us at bay. The clod<br>Has slosh by miles along the wall within.<br>(“I say, I somehow feel my gorge begin<br>To rise.”)—His chair in a glass case, by God!<br>. . . To the Cathedral. Here too the vile snob<br>Has fouled in every corner. (“Wherefore brave<br>Our fate? Let's go.”) There is a monument<br>We pass. “Messieurs, you tread upon the grave<br>Of the great Rubens.” “Well, that's one good job!<br>What time this evening is the train for Ghent?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</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=360662" data-title="Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Antwerp) de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="“Messieurs, le Dieu des peintres”: We felt odd: 'Twas Rubens, sculptured. A mean florid church Was the next thing we saw,—from vane to porch His drivel. The museum: as we trod Its steps, his bust held us at bay. The clod Has slosh by miles a..."></div> </div> </div>

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