 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...  The British Bibliographer - Seite viivon Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 Seiten
...for your mind, Love's service is in vain. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. THOMAS LODGE, born 1556, died 1625. LOVE in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ;...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... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 Seiten
...: — ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings ho plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breasts; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet ho robs me of my rest... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - 1853 - 258 Seiten
...exquisite, more delicately imagined, or expressed with more happy artifice of language, than RosalyncTs Madrigal, beginning— " ' Love in my bosom, like...makes his rest, His bed amidst my tender breast;' And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? ' " Compare Dr. Lodge not only with his contemporaries... | |
 | Shakespeare Society (Great Britain) - 1853 - 222 Seiten
...exquisite, more delicately imagined, or expressed with more happy artifice of language, than RosalyncTs Madrigal, beginning — " ' Love in my bosom, like...he makes his rest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? ' " Compare Dr. Lodge not only with his contemporaries... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - 838 Seiten
...sacred name. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. ÏBOX ТЯ£ БАМЕ. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck hie 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1853 - 716 Seiten
...light. [ВомНмГа Madrigal.} Lore in my boscm, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with bis wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses arc his daily feast, And vet he robs me of my rest... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1855 - 246 Seiten
...hundred years ago, in his "Golden Legacy," beautifully said,— "Love in my bosom, like a bee, Both suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me,...Now with his 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.... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 334 Seiten
...pain ; Seek other mistress for your n.dud; ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. THOMAS LODGE, born 1556, dicd 1625. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1858 - 594 Seiten
...and some of his minor pieces, such as the following, are truly beautiful : — ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet;...me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breasts ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 Seiten
...distinguished by great • Advantage. poetic sweetness. It commences with the following lines : — " P50 nest! His bed amidst my tender breast : My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me Of my rest.... | |
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