...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*..." gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure " cheeks, like a Nymph ; fometimes fitting in " the fhade like a goddefs, fometimes fmging like " an...

...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,...the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph; sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel,...

...queen goes away so " far off, whom I have followed so many years, with so " great love and design, in so many journeys, and am " now left behind her...gentle " wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like " a nymph, sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, " sometimes singing like an...

...great love and desire, in so many journeys, and am now left behind her in a dark prison all alone. I, that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks like a nymph, sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel,...

...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 gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks like a nymph, sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an anpel,...

...Queen goes away so *; far off, whom I have followed so many years, with so " great love and design, in so many journeys, and am " now left behind her...gentle •< wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like *' a, nymph, sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, " sometimes singing like an...

...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...the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph ; sometime sitting in the shade like a goddess ; sometime singing like an angel;...