“And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace
Of finer form or lovelier face.”

—  Walter Scott

Canto I, stanza 18.
The Lady of the Lake http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/3011 (1810)

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Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771–1832

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