S: Pygmalion and His Galatea
FC: Pygmalion and His Galatea
1: Carved in ivory such a maid, so fair, As nature could not with his art compare
5: He knows ‘tis madness, yet he must adore, And still the more he knows it, loves the more; The flesh, or what so seems, he touches oft, Which feels so smooth, that he believes it soft.
6: Art, hid with art,
7: Art, hid with art,
9: He commends , admires, Adores; and last, the thing adored desires.
10: And now with gifts, the powerful bribes of love: He furnishes her closet first ;
14: Adds orient pearls, which from the conchs he drew, And all the sparkling stones of various hue;
16: And every fragrant flower, and odorous green, Pendants her ears, and pearls adorn her neck;
18: And on the lips a burning kiss impressed. He kisses her white lips, renews the bliss, And looks and thinks they redden at the kiss;
19: At this the wakened image oped her eyes, And viewed at once the light and lover with surprise.
23: Poetry from John Dryden's "Pygmalion and the Statue" All photos by QuixoticRIE quixoticrie.blogspot.com © 2011 Quixotic Rie