 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,...  Heart Poems from the Best Authors - Seite 170von Amy Neally - 1898 - 216 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Thomas Lodge - 1819 - 188 Seiten
...feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his dayly feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton, will ye? And if I sleepe, then pearcheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The liuelong night. Strike... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - 1819 - 146 Seiten
...bosome like a bee Doth sucke his sweete: Now with his wings he playes with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his dayly feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton, will ye ? And if I... | |
 | 1820 - 442 Seiten
...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 thing, Yet,... | |
 | Reuben Percy - 1823 - 436 Seiten
...believed to be unique. " Love in my bosom, like a bee, 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 thing,... | |
 | William Beloe, Thomas Fanshaw Middleton, William Rowe Lyall, Robert Nares - 1823 - 700 Seiten
...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 living... | |
 | 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...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enoogh to make us withhold our assent to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 476 Seiten
...called ' Rosalynd's Madrigal,' and are uot unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enough to make us withhold our assent to... | |
 | 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 :...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will yc? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enough to make as withhold oar assent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 470 Seiten
...called ' Rosalynd's Madrigal,' and are not unworthy of a place even ja a page devoted to Shakspeare : Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enough to make as withhold our assent to... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - 320 Seiten
...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 living thing,... | |
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