| The Festive, untamed Chalon slashes oils |
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| The Jews, God's Chosen People, never fade |
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| In youthful days ere Pearce had won a place |
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| Tho' open door comes hint of finer grace |
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| One 'Jimmie' Whistler, noted for his bile |
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| Salute the Cause that turns a man from art |
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| Art never yet was common to the Herd |
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| Clarin has climbed the great Hors Concours throne |
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| Harpignies on his matin fame relies |
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| Lord Weeks is not a lord of dainty art |
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