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a
poet
than
a
painter,"
poussin
answered
gravely.
"there,"
porbus
continued,
as
he
touched
the
canvas,
"use
the
utmost
limit
of
our
art
on
earth."
"beyond
that
point
it
loses
itself
in
the
skies,"
said
poussin.
"what
joys
lie
there
on
this
piece
of
canvas!"
exclaimed
porbus.
the
old
man,