Chapter 439
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A nymph, a naiad, or a grace, Of finer form or lovelier face.
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A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A nymph, a naiad, or a grace, Of finer form or lovelier face.
* * * * *
A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.