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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paul Veronese: (Three Sonnets)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Paul, let thy faces from the canvas look <br>Haply less clearly than Pietro's can, <br>Less lively than in tints of Titian, <br>Or him who both the bay-wreath-chaplets took: <br>Yet shalt thou therefore have no harsh rebuke <br>Of me whom, while with eager eye I scan <br>O'er painted pomps of Brera and Vatican, <br>The first delight thou gavest ne'er forsook. <br>For in thy own Verona, long ago, <br>Before one masterpiece of cool arcades, <br>I made a friend; and such a friend was rare. <br>For him, I love thy velvet's glorious show, <br>Thy sheens of silk 'twixt marble balustrades, <br>Thy breathing-space and full translucent air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Loved for themselves, too. Oft as I behold, <br>Adown the curtain'd gallery's sumptuous gloom, <br>A separate daylight shining in the room, <br>There find I still thy groupings manifold <br>Of holy clerks, of nobles grave and bold, <br>Swart slaves, brave gallants, maidens in their bloom, <br>With what of Persian and Ligarian loom <br>May best consort with marble dome and gold: <br>There find thy dog, whose teeth Time's teeth defy <br>To raze the name from less enduring leaves <br>Of loved Canossa: there, in cynic ease, <br>Thy monkey: and beneath the pearly sky <br>See lovely ladies wave their handkerchiefs, <br>And lend sweet looks from airy balconies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They err who say this long-withdrawing line <br>Of palace-fronts Palladian, this brocade <br>From looms of Genoa, this gold-inlaid <br>Resplendent plate of Milan, that combine <br>To spread soft lustre through the grand design, <br>Show but in fond factitious masquerade <br>The actual feast by leper Simon made <br>For that great Guest, of old, in Palestine. <br>Christ walks amongst us still; at liberal table <br>Scorns not to sit: no sorrowing Magdalene <br>But of these dear feet kindly gets her kiss <br>Now, even as then; and thou, be honorable, <br>Who, by the might of thy majestic scene, <br>Bringest down that age and minglest it with this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Samuel+Ferguson">Sir Samuel Ferguson</a><div class=q>
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Paul, let thy faces from the canvas look 
Haply less clearly than Pietro's can, 
Less lively than in tints of Titian, 
Or him who both the bay-wreath-chaplets took: 
Yet shalt thou therefore have no harsh rebuke 
Of me whom, while with eager e..."></div>
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