...condensed essence of old romance. The amorist in his prison thus sorrows : " I was wont to behold^her 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."...

...penned, potent with the condensed essence of old romance. The amorist in his prison thus sorrows : "I was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting...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."...

...to be made now for the progress, and which the clerk of the check hath importuned me to write for. My heart was never broken, 'till this day, that I...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,...

...days, my sorrows were the less, but even now my heart is cast into the depth of all misery. I—that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting...nymph, sometime sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometime singing like an angel, sometime playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this world! once...

...how Raleigh " could not live alone in prison while she was afar off; " how he had been " wont to see her riding like Alexander [?], hunting like Diana,...the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure chceke like a nymph, sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel,...

...pardon from Elizabeth, to whom the grossest adulation was acceptable. " My heart (writes Sir Walter) was never broken till this day, that I hear the queen...nymph, sometime sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometime singing like an angel, sometime playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this world! once...

...a letter to Cecil, he speaks of his broken heart, on hearing that the Queen is gone away far off. " I, that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...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,"...

...writer hardly more than the peculiar temper of Elizabeth, which could be touched by so gross flattery. " My heart was never broken till this day, that I hear...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,...

...that he suffers the torments of Tantalus in being debarred the favor of the Queen — and proceeds : "I, that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander...— the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her cheeks like a nymph — sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess — sometimes singing like an...

...to be made now for the progress, and which the clerk of the check hath importuned me to write for. My heart was never broken till this day, that I hear...the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph ; sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess — sometimes smging like an angel...