First
bring me Raffael, who alone hath seen
In
all her purity heaven’s virgin queen,
Alone
hath felt true beauty; bring me then
Titian,
ennobler of the noblest men;
And
next the sweet Correggio, nor chastise
His
little Cupids for those wicked eyes.
I
want not Rubens’s pink puffy bloom,
Nor
Rembrandt’s glimmer in a dusty room.
With
those, and Poussin’s nymph-frequented woods,
His
templed heights and long-drawn solitudes,
I am
content, yet fain would look abroad
On
one warm sunset of Ausonian Claude.
Walter
Savage Landor
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