...the 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...blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks like a nymph ; sometime sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel." .Sir Walter knew...

...sorrows were the less, but even now my heart is cast into the depths of all misery. I was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, sometimes sitting on the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel, sometimes playing like...

...sorrows were the less, but even now my heart is cast into the depth of misery. I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure face like a nymph — sometimes sitting in the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel}...

...many journeys, and am now left behind in a dark piison all alone." . . . . " I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fuir hair about her pure checks," and so forth, in a style in which the vulturine nose must needs scent...

...walking like Venus, tho gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her puro chocks, sometimes sitting on tho shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an angel, sometimes playing like Orpheus; behold tho sorrow of this world I onco amiss hath deprived mo of all. All those times past, tho loves,...

...misery, "from being deprived of the delight of seeing her" — her that he " had boon wont to behold riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...sometimes singing like an angel, sometimes playing like an Orpheus ! " Queen Elizabeth is known to have had an enormous appetite for flattery, but one would...

...many journeys, and am now left behind in a dark prison all alone." . ..." I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks," and so forth, in a style in which the vulturine nose must needs scent carrion, just because the roses...

...many journeys, and am now left behind in a dark prison all alone.' . . . . 'I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair ab(,,it her pure cheeks/ and so forth, in a style in which the vulturine nose must needs scent carrion,...

...see : — " How can I abide in prison, while she is far off ? I, who was wont to behold her, ridiny like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus...; the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her cheeks, like a uymph." This sort of acting, — for it was nothing else, — was simply absurd ; and...

...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 like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle w ind blowing her fair hair about her pure checks, like a nymph, sometimes sitting in the shade like...