 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...  Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books - Pàgina 102per William Beloe - 1814Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
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...MADRIGAL, Love in my bosome like a bee Doth suck his sweete, How with his wings he plaies with me, Now wijh his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His...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,... | |
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - 318 pàgines
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...sweet : Now 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 lie robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye :" In the present age, if there be a fashion... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 432 pàgines
...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 ye 1 And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - 1819 - 188 pàgines
...ROSALYND'S MADRIGALL. LOUE in my bosomc like a bee Doth sncke 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 sleepe,... | |
 | 1820 - 442 pàgines
...believed to be unique : — Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweete ; Now 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... | |
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...mean) of his poems. " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth sucke his sweete ; Now 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... | |
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