Dug from the tomb of taste-refining time, Each form is exquisite, each block sublime. Or good, or bad,-disfigur'd, or deprav'd,- All art, is at its resurrect...

Dug from the tomb of taste-refining time, Each form is exquisite, each block sublime. Or good, or bad,-disfigur'd, or deprav'd,- All art, is at its resurrection sav'd All crown'd with glory in the critic's heav'n, Each merit magnified, each fault forgiven.

quote by Martin Archer Shee
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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