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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnets LXXIV: LXXV:LXXVI: Old and New Art</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;<br>For he it was (the aged legends say)<br>Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.<br>Scarcely at once she dared to rend the mist<br>Of devious symbols: but soon having wist<br>How sky-breadth and field-silence and this day<br>Are symbols also in some deeper way,<br>She looked through these to God and was God's priest.<br>And if, past noon, her toil began to irk,<br>And she sought talismans, and turned in vain<br>To soulless self-reflections of man's skill,—<br>Yet now, in this the twilight, she might still<br>Kneel in the latter grass to pray again,<br>Ere the night cometh and she may not work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. NOT AS THESE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am not as these are,” the poet saith<br>In youth's pride, and the painter, among men<br>At bay, where never pencil comes nor pen,<br>And shut about with his own frozen breath.<br>To others for whom only rhyme wins faith<br>As poets,—only paint as painters,—then<br>He turns in the cold silence; and again<br>Shrinking, “I am not as these are,” he saith.<br>And say that this is so, what follows it?<br>For were thine eyes set backwards in thine head,<br>Such words were well; but they see on, and far.<br>Unto the lights of the great Past, new-lit<br>Fair for the Future's track, look thou instead,—<br>Say thou instead, “I am not as these are.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. THE HUSBANDMEN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though God, as one that is an householder,<br>Called these to labour in His vineyard first,<br>Before the husk of darkness was well burst<br>Bidding them grope their way out and bestir,<br>(Who, questioned of their wages, answered, “Sir,<br>Unto each man a penny:”) though the worst<br>Burthen of heat was theirs and the dry thirst:<br>Though God has since found none such as these were<br>To do their work like them:—Because of this<br>Stand not ye idle in the market-place.<br>Which of ye knoweth he is not that last<br>Who may be first by faith and will?—yea, his<br>The hand which after the appointed days<br>And hours shall give a Future to their Past?</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>
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Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;
For he it was (the aged legends say)
Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.
Scarcely at once she dared to rend the mist
Of devious symbols: but soon having wist
How sky-breadth a..."></div>
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