Copyright © 2001 by Paul Howarth
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From the east to western Ind,
No jewel is like Rosalind,
Her worth being mounted on the wind,
Thro' all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures fairest lined
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no fair be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalind.
All the pictures fairest lined
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no fair be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalind.
Rosalind of many parts
By heav'nly synod was devised
Of many faces, eyes and hearts,
To have the touches dearest prized.
Heav'n would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die her slave.
Heav'n would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die, to die her slave.

By Arthur Sullivan
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Rosalind
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