 Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will...  Histoire de la littérature anglaise - Page 319by Hippolyte Taine - 1863 - 2409 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Beloe - Bibliography - 1807 - 468 pages
...his wings he plaies with me, Now wijh his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe then pearcheth he With prettie flight, And makes his pillow... | |
 | William Beloe - Bibliographical literature - 1807 - 1054 pages
...Mings lie plaits with ine4 Now wi^h liis feete. Wjthin mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs uic of my rest. AI An Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe.then pearcheth he With prettie flight, _... | |
 | John Bodenham - English poetry - 1812 - 318 pages
...happy artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - English literature - 1812 - 502 pages
...happy artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - English poetry - 1812 - 316 pages
...artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth stick his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rtstj His bed amids-t my tender breast; My kisses are his- daily feast ; And... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 432 pages
...Cease to recite thy sacred name. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. FROM THE SAME. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet : Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 420 pages
...his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet : Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye ! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his... | |
 | Anecdotes - 1820 - 442 pages
...sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I so sing : He lends me every... | |
 | Reuben Percy - Autographs - 1823 - 432 pages
...edition from which it is transcribed is believed to be unique. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute—he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing; He lends me every living... | |
 | William Beloe, Thomas Fanshaw Middleton, William Rowe Lyall, Robert Nares - Books - 1823 - 700 pages
...sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feete. " Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. " Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing ; He lends me every... | |
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