| Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 Seiten
...and moral fancy be ever allowed to trifle, is there any thing of the same kind in the whole cor Vll compass of English poetry more exquisite, more delicately...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... | |
| Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 Seiten
...fancy be ever allowed to trifle, is there any thing of the same kind in the whole compass Vll oompass of English poetry more exquisite, more delicately...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... | |
| Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1812 - 316 Seiten
...moral fancy be ever allowed to trifle, is there any thing of the same kind in the whole compass rH compass of English poetry more exquisite, more delicately...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... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 Seiten
...Before my pen, by help of Fame, 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1826 - 472 Seiten
...called * Rosalynd's Madrigal,' and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1826 - 474 Seiten
...called ' Rosalynd's Madrigal,' and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : 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... | |
| Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 Seiten
...and terseness more modern by a hundred years, than others of his contemporaries. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. 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... | |
| Thomas Lyle - 1827 - 272 Seiten
...and terseness more modern by a hundred years, than others of his contemporaries. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. 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... | |
| John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 Seiten
...was swept away, among many other unnoticed individuals, by the plague in 1625. ROSALIND S MADRIGAL. 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 Seiten
...called * Rosalynd's Madrigal,1 and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, Hie bed amidst my... | |
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