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THE MANDRAKE. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Ne’er did Grecian chisel trace 
A nymph, a naiad, or a grace 
Of finer form, or lovlier face! 
What though the sun, with ardent frown, 
Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, 
The sportive toil, which, short and light. 
Had dyed her glowing cheek so bright, 
Served, too, in hastier swell, to show 
Short glimpses of a breast of snow. 
What though no rule of courtly grace, 
To measured mood had train’d her pace, 
A foot more light, a step more true. 
Ne’er from the heath-flower dash’d the dew; 
E’en the slight harebell raised its head 
Elastic from her airy tread. 
Sir Waiter Scott. 
