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Pygmalion

By Thomas Woolner

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Metharme, hush:
Pray hush! The Matron urged; seeing how prompt
Her Maidens' titter at the quaint conceit,
Ianthe robbed and vanquished to her own
White beauty bare, in native comeliness.
Ianthe spoke not but the blush remained.