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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
T. Lodge
 
XVI. Rosaline
 
      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!         5
      Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, 
      Resembling heaven by every wink; 
      The Gods do fear whenas they glow, 
      And I do tremble when I think 
        Heigh-ho, would she were mine!  10
  
      Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud 
      That beautifies Aurora's face 
      Or like the silver crimson shroud 
      That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace; 
        Heigh-ho, fair Rosaline!  15
      Her lips are like two budded roses 
      Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, 
      Within which bounds she balm encloses 
      Apt to entice a deity: 
        Heigh-ho, would she were mine!  20
  
      Her neck is like a stately tower 
      Where Love himself imprison'd lies, 
      To watch for glances every hour 
      From her divine and sacred eyes: 
        Heigh-ho, for Rosaline!  25
      Her paps are centres of delight, 
      Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame, 
      Where Nature moulds the dew of light 
      To feed perfection with the same: 
        Heigh-ho, would she were mine!  30
  
      With orient pearl, with ruby red, 
      With marble white, with sapphire blue 
      Her body every way is fed, 
      Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: 
        Heigh-ho, fair Rosaline!  35
      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: 
        Heigh-ho, would she were mine!  40
  
      Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan 
      The absence of fair Rosaline, 
      Since for a fair there's fairer none, 
      Nor for her virtues so divine: 
        Heigh-ho, fair Rosaline;  45
Heigh-ho, my heart! would God that she were mine! 
 
 
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