The sweetness of a wrestle with the charms Of one so well endowed. Your garments he Plucked at so wildly I began to dread We might become like old Tiresias When great Athena bathed ! Metharme, hush : Pray hush ! The Matron urged ; seeing how prompt Her... Pygmalion - Page 48de Thomas Woolner - 1881 - 208 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
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...She moved without her feet. Metharme cried Cheeks apple-blossoms ; and how rough your hair, lanthe ! Yes, the wind against me beat So forcibly I scarce...my way. We saw the struggling. Well knew Boreas The ssveetness of a wrestle with the charms Of one so well endowed. Your garments he Plucked at so wildly... | |
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