 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...  Relics of Literature - Pàgina 8per Reuben Percy - 1823 - 400 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Beloe - 1807 - 468 pàgines
...his wings he plaies with me, Now wijh his feete. 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 ye ? And if I sleepe then pearcheth he With prettie flight, And makes his pillow of... | |
 | William Beloe - 1807 - 1054 pàgines
...Mings lie plaits with ine4 Now wi^h liis feete. Wjthin mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs uic of my rest. AI An Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe.then pearcheth he With prettie flight, _... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1812 - 316 pàgines
...his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rtstj His bed amids-t my tender breast; My kisses are his- daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye r" In the present age, if there be a fashion which indulges in too indiscriminate... | |
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - 318 pàgines
...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ?" In the present age, if there be a fashion which indulges in too indiscriminate... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 pàgines
...playes with me, Now with his teete. Within mine eyes he makes hit nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton will ye? L iiij And 152 Cnglanti'0 liielitotn And if I sleepe, then pierceth he, With prettie... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 pàgines
...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 ye ! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - 320 pàgines
...bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweete; Now with his wings he plays with uie, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my...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, Vet, cruel,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 472 pàgines
...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 ye? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enoogh to make us withhold... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 476 pàgines
...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 ye? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enough to make us withhold... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 pàgines
...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 ye! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my... | |
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