 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
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1873 - 814 Seiten
...represented love, under the masculine gender, as a playful boy. English poets have followed their example : " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with hit wings he plays with me, Now with his feet." LODGE. If for his and her, in these passages, you substitute... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 Seiten
...are on : But beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anonymous. XLIIL LOVES RESTING PLACE. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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... | |
 | William Minto - 1874 - 506 Seiten
...she nill agree me, Pray her before I die she'll come and see me.' Not less exquisite is Rosalind's Madrigal:— " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck...feet. 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. Ah, wanton, will... | |
 | 1916 - 792 Seiten
...thing, 25 For maidens most unfitting." And so think I, with a down, down, derry. — IGNOTO ROSALIND'S : "The eye — it cannot choose but see ; We cannot...where'er they be, Against or with our will. "Nor wanton,2 will ye? 9 And if I sleep, then percheth he, With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 964 Seiten
...knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. ' harmony. THOMAS LODGE (1568P-1626) ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his...with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, 5 His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah,... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 944 Seiten
...knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. i harmony. THOMAS LODGE (1658P-162I ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with rr Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses... | |
 | 1918 - 2030 Seiten
...me, Thy wooing shall thy winning be. Giles Fletcher [is4Q?-i6n] ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL From " Rosalind" LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now...feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed ? midst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah! wanton,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1918 - 624 Seiten
...conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAI. •/ , )&*'<> , . > Love in my bosom, like a bee, . ti . Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, c^-.^r fr **-.:. Now with his feet. i Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1920 - 626 Seiten
...resist the current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, How with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses... | |
 | Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1922 - 1032 Seiten
...like as we ought, —Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught. THOMAS LODGE (1556-1625 0 ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his...And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah ! wanton, will ye 51 And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
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