Rosalind: Like To The Clear In Highest Sphere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEFG HBHBDBIBJG KBKBDLMLMG NONODBLBLG PDQGDG| Like to the clear in highest sphere | A |
| Where all imperial glory shines | B |
| Of selfsame colour is her hair | C |
| Whether unfolded or in twines | B |
| Heigh ho fair Rosalind | D |
| Her eyes are sapphires set in snow | E |
| Refining heaven by every wink | F |
| The gods do fear whenas they glow | E |
| And I do tremble when I think | F |
| Heigh ho would she were mine | G |
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| Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud | H |
| That beautifies Aurora's face | B |
| Or like the silver crimson shroud | H |
| That Ph oe bus' smiling looks doth grace | B |
| Heigh ho fair Rosalind | D |
| Her lips are like two budded roses | B |
| Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh | I |
| Within which bounds she balm encloses | B |
| Apt to entice a deity | J |
| Heigh ho would she were mine | G |
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| Her neck like to a stately tower | K |
| Where Love himself imprison'd lies | B |
| To watch for glances every hour | K |
| From her divine and sacred eyes | B |
| Heigh ho fair Rosalind | D |
| Her paps are centres of delight | L |
| Her paps are orbs of heavenly frame | M |
| Where Nature moulds the dew of light | L |
| To feed perfection with the same | M |
| Heigh ho would she were mine | G |
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| With orient pearl with ruby red | N |
| With marble white with sapphire blue | O |
| Her body every way is fed | N |
| Yet soft in touch and sweet in view | O |
| Heigh ho fair Rosalind | D |
| Nature herself her shape admires | B |
| The gods are wounded in her sight | L |
| And Love forsakes his heavenly fires | B |
| And at her eyes his brand doth light | L |
| Heigh ho would she were mine | G |
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| Then muse not Nymphs though I bemoan | P |
| The absence of fair Rosalind | D |
| Since for her fair there is fairer none | Q |
| Nor for her virtues so divine | G |
| Heigh ho fair Rosalind | D |
| Heigh ho my heart would God that she were mine | G |
Thomas Lodge
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About Rosalind: Like To The Clear In Highest Sphere
Rosalind: Like To The Clear In Highest Sphere is a poem by Thomas Lodge. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.