 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 str.
...at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine! Then muse not Nymphs tho' I bemoans The absence of faire Rosalind, Since for a faire there...Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine." XXX IX, INDEX OF THE NAMES OF AUTHORS, AND OTHER SIGNATURES. ANONIMUS, 146, 179, 194, 206 BE (Edmund... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 str.
...herselfe her shape admires; The gods are wounded in her sight, And love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine ! Then muse not Nymphs tho' I bemoane The absence of faire Rosalind, Since for a faire there is a fairer... | |
 | 1814 - 280 str.
...herself her shape admires, The Gods are wounded in her sight, And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. Heigh ho, would she were mine ! Then muse not nymphs though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosalind, Since for a fair there is a fairer... | |
 | Excerpta Tudoriana - 1814 - 350 str.
...herself her shape admires, The Gods are wounded in her sight, And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. Heigh ho, would she were mine ! Then muse not nymphs though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosalind, Since for a fair there is a fairer... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1839 - 390 str.
...herself her shape admires, The gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light. Heigh ho ! would she were mine !" From the preface to the " Golden Legacy," it appears that these beautiful poems were written during... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1842 - 410 str.
...her shape admires, The gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, A an' at her eyes his brand doth light. Heigh ho ! would she were mine !" From the preface to the " Golden Legacy," it appears that these beautiful poems were written during... | |
 | 1843 - 436 str.
...her selfe her shape admires, The Gods are wounded in her sight, And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho, would she were mine. Then muse not, nymphes, though I bemone The absence of faire Rosalynde, Since for her faire there is... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 str.
...herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded in her sight; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine ! Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline, Since for a fair there's fairer... | |
 | 1869 - 436 str.
...herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded in her sight; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine I Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline, Since for a fair there's fairer none, Nor for her virtues... | |
 | William Carew Hazlitt - 1875 - 366 str.
...her selfe her shape admires. The Gods are wounded in her sight, And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho, would she were mine. Then muse not Nymphes though I bemone The absence of faire Rosalynde, Since for her faire there is... | |
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Nature herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light... 
