 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 - Sayfa vSir Egerton Brydges tarafından - 1812Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1812 - 316 sayfa
...artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth stick his sweet : Now with 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.... | |
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - 478 sayfa
...than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with Ins wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his r?st; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 sayfa
...Before my pen, by help of Fame, Cease to recite thy sacred name. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. FROM THE SAME. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 474 sayfa
...called ' Rosalynd's Madrigal,' and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : 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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 472 sayfa
...called * Rosalynd's Madrigal,' and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now...' 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.... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 sayfa
...and terseness more modern by a hundred years, than others of his contemporaries. 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 breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest:... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - 272 sayfa
...and terseness more modern by a hundred years, than others of his contemporaries. 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 breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest:... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 sayfa
...was swept away, among many other unnoticed individuals, by the plague in 1625. ROSALIND S MADRIGAL. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 sayfa
...called * Rosalynd's Madrigal,1 and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : nest, Hie bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are hie daily feast, And yet he robs me of my reut.... | |
 | 1834 - 480 sayfa
...birth in the next. Thus in steering through life, Sic. LOVE IN MY BOSOM LIKE A BEb (T. Lodge, 1614.) 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 amid my tender breast • My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me ot my rest.... | |
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