Some fondly prate, as careless writers will
When parish swagger dims artistic skill,
Of countless contributions France has made
To art pictorial, aiming to persuade
That many masters of serene renown
Have challenged Expert praise and Public frown.
What are their names, what masterpieces pray
May yet survive to glad a younger day?

The French Romantics, with seductive sight,
Invented landscape for the world's delight;
But now Impressionists are to the front—
While the Mob hisses, with its gentle wont.