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Not a poor glimmering Crucifixion,
Where in the foreground kneels the donor?
If such remain, as is my conviction,
The hoarding it does you but little honor.

--
St. 28. Margheritone: Margaritone; painter, sculptor, and architect,
of Arezzo (1236-1313); the most important of his remaining pictures
is a Madonna, in the London National Gallery, from Church of
St. Margaret, at Arezzo, "said to be a characteristic work,
and mentioned by Vasari, who praises its small figures,
which he says are executed `with more grace and finished with
greater delicacy' than the larger ones. Nothing, however,
can be more unlike nature, than the grim Madonna and the weird
starved Child in her arms (see `Wornum's Catal. Nat. Gal.',
for a description of this painting). Margaritone's favorite subject
was the figure of St. Francis, his style being well suited to depict
the chief ascetic saint. Crucifixions were also much to his taste,
and he represented them in all their repulsive details.
Vasari relates that he died at the age of 77, afflicted and disgusted
at having lived to see the changes that had taken place in art,
and the honors bestowed on the new artists."--Heaton.

His monument to Pope Gregory X. in the Cathedral of Arezzo,
is ranked among his best works. "Browning possesses the `Crucifixion'
by M. to which he alludes, as also the pictures of Alesso Baldovinetti,
and Taddeo Gaddi, and Pollajuolo described in the poem."
--Browning Soc. Papers, Pt. II., p. 169.

29.

They pass; for them the panels may thrill,
The tempera grow alive and tinglish;
Their pictures are left to the mercies still
Of dealers and stealers, Jews and the English,
Who, seeing mere money's worth in their prize,
Will sell it to somebody calm as Zeno
At naked High Art, and in ecstasies
Before some clay-cold vile Carlino!

--
St. 29. tempera: see Webster, s.v. {a type of paint}
tinglish: sharp?
Zeno: founder of the Stoic philosophy.
Carlino: some expressionless picture by Carlo, or Carlino, Dolci.
His works show an extreme finish, often with no end beyond itself;
some being, to use Ruskin's words, "polished into inanity".

30.

No matter for these! But Giotto, you,
Have you allowed, as the town-tongues babble it--
Oh, never! it shall not be counted true--
That a certain precious little tablet
Which Buonarroti e