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ON THE DISCOVERY OF A LADY'S PAINTING.
Pygmalion's fate reversed is mine;
His marble love took flesh and blood;
All that I worshipped as divine,
That beauty! now 'tis understood,
Appears to have no more of life
Than that whereof he framed his wife.
His marble love took flesh and blood;
All that I worshipped as divine,
That beauty! now 'tis understood,
Appears to have no more of life
Than that whereof he framed his wife.
As women yet, who apprehend
Some sudden cause of causeless fear,
Although that seeming cause take end,
And they behold no danger near,
A shaking through their limbs they find,
Like leaves saluted by the wind:
Some sudden cause of causeless fear,
Although that seeming cause take end,
And they behold no danger near,
A shaking through their limbs they find,
Like leaves saluted by the wind:
So though the beauty do appear
No beauty, which amazed me so;
Yet from my breast I cannot tear
The passion which from thence did grow;
Nor yet out of my fancy raze
The print of that supposed face.
No beauty, which amazed me so;
Yet from my breast I cannot tear
The passion which from thence did grow;
Nor yet out of my fancy raze
The print of that supposed face.
A real beauty, though too near,
The fond Narcissus did admire!
I dote on that which is nowhere;
The sign of beauty feeds my fire.
No mortal flame was e'er so cruel
As this, which thus survives the fuel!
The fond Narcissus did admire!
I dote on that which is nowhere;
The sign of beauty feeds my fire.
No mortal flame was e'er so cruel
As this, which thus survives the fuel!
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