| Paint, the poor wanton, is upon the Town |
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| 'Historic' Rochegrosse daubs with lewd delight |
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| 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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| The Colour tones that Rousseau loved so well |
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| The Subject-matter moulds the writer's pen |
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| The Louvre has never welcomed Michel's art |
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| Tho' Claude selected as no master would |
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