| 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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| Observe a Salon of Official aim |
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| The Sins of Vibert are as scarlet grown |
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| The Feeble focus of a Bisbing tells |
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| The Salon is a bill-board, blazoned o'er |
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| One lingers loth to judge Jacque's later work |
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