 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
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1863 - 592 Seiten
...plays with me Now with his feet. Withm my eyes he makes his rest, His bed ami<! my tender breast, M y kisses are his daily feast. And yet he robs me of my rest. Ahl wanlon, will yel comme on voit d'ici le pli boudeur de sa lèvre! « L'amour dans mon cœur comme... | |
 | Theodore Parker - 1864 - 626 Seiten
...We cannot forbear adding a little piece not so well known as it deserves to be, called " ROSELYND'S MADRIGAL. " Love in my Bosom like a Bee Doth suck...wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within my Eyes he makes his nest, His bed within my tender Breast. My Kisses are his daily feast, But yet... | |
 | William Nicholson (of Halifax.) - 1864 - 296 Seiten
...is impersonated under the Masculine Gender as a playful mischievous boy. Thus Lodge in "Rosalind's Madrigal;" Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with Ms wings he plays with mo, Now with his feet. There are three methods of distinguishing the sex. 1.... | |
 | 1865 - 1022 Seiten
...two verses of the song entitled " Rosaline's Madrigal" — " Love in my bosom, like a bee Doth snck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now...he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, Mv kisses arc his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest ; Oh, wanton, will ye ? " What if I beat... | |
 | Theodore Parker - 1865 - 324 Seiten
...We cannot forbear adding a little piece not so well known as it deserves to be, called "ROSELYND'S MADRIGAL. " Love in my Bosom like a Bee Doth suck...wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within my Eyes he makes his nest, His bed within my tender Breast. My Kisses are his daily feast, \ But yet... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 Seiten
...favorite love-lyrics of the olden time, is that entitled Rosalind's Madrigal, by LODGE. Here it is : — Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, there percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong night. Strike I... | |
 | 1866 - 392 Seiten
...with garlands gay, Was made the lady of the May. [Bu«N 1556. DIED 1625.] ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. GVK in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah ! wanton, will you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
 | Edward William Lewis Davies, Paul Pendril - 1866 - 326 Seiten
...horsemen, lightly accoutred, swung into their saddles, and were off for the Gravone. 92 CHAPTER V. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes bis nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1866 - 492 Seiten
...sat on a tree, And laught that pleasant sight to sce. (M.) 2. Rosalind'i madrigal. Love in my besom like a bee Doth suck his sweet. Now with his wings he plays with me Now with his feet. Withïn my cyes he makes his rest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast. And... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1866 - 240 Seiten
...is, and quiet. BYRD'S SONGS. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his fweet ; No'w with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his neft, His bed amidft my tender breaft; My kiffes are his daily feaft, And yet he robs me of my reft.... | |
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