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‘Do you remember me? or are you proud?’
Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
 Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes,
‘A yes , a yes , to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
 And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.’
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