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ROMNEY'S REMORSE
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 My curse upon the Master’s apothegm,That wife and children drag an Artist down!This seem’d my lodestar in the Heaven of Art,And lured me from the household fire on earth.To you my days have been a life-long lie,Grafted on half a truth, and tho’ you say‘Take comfort, you have won the Painter’s fame;The best in me that sees the worst in me,And groans to see it, finds no comfort there. What fame? I am not Raphaël, Titian—noNor even a Sir Joshua, some will cry.Wrong there! The painter’s fame? but mine, that grewBlown into glittering by the popular breath,May float awhile beneath the sun, may rollThe rainbow hues of heaven about it—There!
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