...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...

...with love and desire on so many journeys, and am now left behind in a dark prison all alone." . ..." I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...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...

...with love and desire on so many journeys, and am now left behind in a dark prison all alone.' . . . . 'I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...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,...

...three 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 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...

...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...

...addressed to Sir Robert Cecil, Raleigh indulged in a vein of extravagant flattery of the queen : " I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...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...

...and addressed to Sir Robert Cecil, Raleigh indulged in a vein of extravagant flattery of the queen : "I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...blowing 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...

...with love and desire on so many journeys, and am now left behind in a dark prison all alone.' . . . . 'I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...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...

...While she was yet near at hand . . . my sorrows were the less ... I that was wont to behold her ridinc like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus,...her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph; sometime sitting in the shade like a goddess; sometime singing like an angel," . . . and more besides,...

...well he knew the Queen would read it: " How can I live alone in prison while she is afar off ? I who was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus ? a gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks like a nymph, but one amiss hath bereaved...