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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529852" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rosaline</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIKE to the clear in highest sphere <br> Where all imperial glory shines, <br>Of selfsame colour is her hair <br> Whether unfolded or in twines: <br> Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! <br>Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, <br> Resembling heaven by every wink; <br>The gods do fear whenas they glow, <br> And I do tremble when I think <br> Heigh ho, would she were mine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud <br> That beautifies Aurora's face, <br>Or like the silver crimson shroud <br> That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace. <br> Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! <br>Her lips are like two budded roses <br> Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, <br>Within whose bounds she balm encloses <br> Apt to entice a deity: <br> Heigh ho, would she were mine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her neck like to a stately tower <br> Where Love himself imprison'd lies, <br>To watch for glances every hour <br> From her divine and sacred eyes: <br> Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! <br>Her paps are centres of delight, <br> Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame, <br>Where Nature moulds the dew of light <br> To feed perfection with the same: <br> Heigh ho, would she were mine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With orient pearl, with ruby red, <br> With marble white, with sapphire blue, <br>Her body every way is fed, <br> Yet soft to touch and sweet in view: <br> Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! <br>Nature herself her shape admires; <br> The gods are wounded in her sight; <br>And Love forsakes his heavenly fires <br> And at her eyes his brand doth light: <br> Heigh ho, would she were mine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan <br> The absence of fair Rosaline, <br>Since for a fair there 's fairer none, <br> Nor for her virtues so divine: <br> Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! <br>Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Lodge">Thomas Lodge</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529852" data-title="Rosaline de Thomas Lodge" data-description="LIKE to the clear in highest sphere Where all imperial glory shines, Of selfsame colour is her hair Whether unfolded or in twines: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Her eyes are sapphires set in sn..."></div> </div> </div>
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