THE CRY OF THE P.R.B., AFTER A CAREFUL EXAMINATION OF THE CANVASES OF RUBENS, CORREGGIO, et hoc genus omne. NON NOI PITTORI! God of Nature's truth, If these, not we! Be it not said, when one Of us goes hence: "As these did, he hath done; His feet sought out their footprints from his youth." Because, dear God! the flesh Thou madest smooth These carked and fretted, that it seemed to run With ulcers; and the daylight of thy sun They parcelled into blots and glares, uncouth With stagnant grouts of paint. Men say that these Had further sight than man's, but that God saw Their works were good. God that didst know them foul! In such a blindness, blinder than the owl, Leave us! Our sight can reach unto thy seas And hills; and 'tis enough for tears of awe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SPRING SONG by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |