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Hermione

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THE LOST MAGIC

WHITE in her snowy stone, and cold,
With azure veins and shining arms,
Pygmalion doth his bride behold,
Rapt on her pure and sculptured charms.

Ah! in those half-divine old days
Love still worked miracles for men;

The gods taught lovers wondrous ways
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Theresa DeLaughter 05 September 2018

You have to wonder if this is where J.K.Rowling came up with the name?

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