 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 pagina’s
...are on : But beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anonymous. XLIIL LOVES RESTING PLACE. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
 | William Minto - 1874 - 506 pagina’s
...me, Pray her before I die she'll come and see me.' Not less exquisite is Rosalind's Madrigal:— " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now...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. Ah, wanton, will... | |
 | William Minto - 1874 - 508 pagina’s
...me, Pray her before I die she'll come and see me.' Not less exquisite is Rosalind's Madrigal : — " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...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. Ah, wanton, will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1875 - 464 pagina’s
...date. Bosalynd's Madrigal, and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakespeare : Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight; And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong night.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1875 - 482 pagina’s
...date. Rosalynd's Madrigal, and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakespeare : Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight ; And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 460 pagina’s
...in England. Fetcht from the Canaries by TL Gent. FROM EUPHUES' GOLDEN LEGACY. 1 ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live long... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 pagina’s
...; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. Rosalind?! Madrigal. wncast and damp, yet such wherein appeared Obscure...cast Like doubtful hue : but he, his wonted pride ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 pagina’s
...her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? GEORGE WITHER. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong... | |
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 454 pagina’s
...Cent. ' See note i, p. 285. « According to desert. FROM EUPHUES' GOLDEN LEGACY.1 ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I 'sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live long... | |
 | John Cunningham Geikie - 1878 - 232 pagina’s
...died of the plague, in 1625. He wrote several plays, and translated Josephus. ROSALIND'S MADKIGAL. LOVE, in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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 : Ah, wanton,... | |
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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... 
