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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tears Of A Painter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Apelles, hearing that his boy<br>Had just expired--his only joy!<br>Although the sight with anguish tore him,<br>Bade place his dear remains before him.<br>He seized his brush, his colours spread;<br>And--'Oh! my child, accept,'--he said,<br>'('Tis all that I can now bestow,)<br>This tribute of a father's woe!'<br>Then, faithful to the twofold part,<br>Both of his feelings and his art,<br>He closed his eyes with tender care,<br>And form'd at once a fellow pair.<br>His brow with amber locks beset,<br>And lips he drew not livid yet;<br>And shaded all that he had done<br>To a just image of his son.<br>Thus far is well. But view again<br>The cause of thy paternal pain!<br>Thy melancholy task fulfil!<br>It needs the last, last touches still.<br>Again his pencil's powers he tries,<br>For on his lips a smile he spies:<br>And still his cheek unfaded shows<br>The deepest damask of the rose.<br>Then, heedful to the finish’d whole,<br>With fondest eagerness he stole,<br>Till scarce himself distinctly knew<br>The cherub copied from the true.<br>Now, painter, cease! Thy task is done.<br>Long lives this image of thy son;<br>Nor short-lived shall thy glory prove<br>Or of thy labour or thy love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Had just expired--his only joy!
Although the sight with anguish tore him,
Bade place his dear remains before him.
He seized his brush, his colours spread;
And--'Oh! my child, accept,'--he said,
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