...days , my forrows were the " lefs ; but even now my heart is caft into the depth -of '' all mifery. I , that was wont to behold her riding like " Alexander , hunting like Diana , walking like Ve nut , *' the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure " cheeks , like a nymph , fometimes...

...dayes; my forrows were the " lefs : but, even now, my heart is caft into the " depth of all mifery. I, that was wont to behold " her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, 11 walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her " fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph,...

...three days, my " forrows were the lefs ; but even now my heart " is caft into the depth of all mifery ! I that was " wont to behold her riding like Alexander*...her fair hair about her pure " cheeks, like a Nymph ; fometimes fitting in " the fhade like a goddefs, fometimes fmging like " an Angel, fometimes playing...

...— " I that was wont to fee her riding like Alex" ander, hunting like Diana, walking like Ve" nus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair " about her pure cheeks, like a nymph, fome" times fitting in the {hade, like a goddefs, " fometimes iinging like an angel, fometimes " playing...

...the depth of all misery.. t sli.it was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Piaña, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair' . about her pore cheeks, like a nymph, sometime sitting in the shade like a goddtssreorr.etime singing like an...

...to sir Robert Cecil, dated July 1592, Raleigh thus laments his exile from the queen's presence : " I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...sometimes playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this woild! once amiss, hath bereaved me of allt" Seward's Anecd. vol. vp 32.J baths: it was a slight luxury,...

...desire, in so many journeys, and am now left behind her in a dark prison all alone. I, that was wont 1o behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana,...the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an anpel, sometimes playing like Orpheus ; behold the sorrow of this world! once »miss hath bereaved...

...hear of her, his sorrows were less. " I that was wont to behold her," he writes in a famous passage, "riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph ; sometime sitting in the shade like a goddess ; sometime singing like an angel; sometime playing like...

...heart was never broken until now that he hears the queen goes away so far off," and speaks of her as " riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...her fair hair about her pure cheeks like a nymph, sometime siting in the shade like a goddess, sometime singing like an angell, sometime playing like...

...dayes, my sorrowes were the lesse ; but even now my heart is cast into tJie depth of all misery. / that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her hair about her pure cheeks, /'« a nymph ; sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess ; sometimes...