 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 Virginia Lyceum - Sayfa 121839Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Beloe - 1807 - 468 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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, _... | |
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - 318 sayfa
...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, Joseph Haslewood - 1812 - 316 sayfa
...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... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 sayfa
...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 sayfa
...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... | |
 | 1820 - 442 sayfa
...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...my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I so sing : He lends me every thing, Yet, cruel, he my heart doth sting. What if... | |
 | Reuben Percy - 1823 - 432 sayfa
...transcribed is believed to be unique. " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his...my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing ; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting. What,... | |
 | William Beloe, Thomas Fanshaw Middleton, William Rowe Lyall, Robert Nares - 1823 - 700 sayfa
...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...rest. " Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing ; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting. "... | |
 | Reuben Percy - 1823 - 432 sayfa
...edition from which it is transcribed is believed to be unique. 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—he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel... | |
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