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Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
I mix them with my brains, sir.
I mix them with my brains, sir.
A picture is a poem without words.
A picture is a poem without words.
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
Pictures must not be too picturesque.
Pictures must not be too picturesque.
The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
From the mingled strength of shade and light
A new creation rises to my sight,
Such heav'nly read more
From the mingled strength of shade and light
A new creation rises to my sight,
Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow,
So warm with light his blended colors glow.
. . . .
The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.
As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.
