 | 1866 - 924 pagina’s
...my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet j Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed, amidst...his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah I wanton, will you? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my... | |
 | 1841 - 178 pagina’s
...breast the infant throws Its sobbing face, and there in sleep forgets its woes. TIGRE. LOVE'S POWER. 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. Strike I my... | |
 | Gift - 1846 - 268 pagina’s
...her will must be obeyed, And well he ends, for love who dies, s. DANIEL, 1582. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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 knee The live-long... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - 560 pagina’s
...:— Love In my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with bis wings he plays with me, Now wltb his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His...And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye I And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight,' And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1847 - 288 pagina’s
...when, as an old poet nearly three hundred years ago, in his " Golden Legacy," beautifully said, — " 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. And if I sleep,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 pagina’s
...my bosom like я bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feel. V Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst...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.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 pagina’s
...Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. [Rfaalinift Madrigal.] Lore d sport, with ho, ho, ho t More swift than lightning...soon, And, in a minute's space, descry Each thing th Iliii bed amidst my tender bread ; My kisses arc his daily feast, And yet he rob» me of my rest :... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 pagina’s
...Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. > [Rosalind's ifadrígal.] creduli Hi« bed amid.it my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest :... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 556 pagina’s
...the redeeming merit of some very beautiful verses interspersed ; * and the circumstance of its hav* The following beautiful stanzas are part of what is...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 - 1850 - 564 pagina’s
...hav* The following beautiful stanzas are part of what is called " Roaalynd's Madrigal," and are no*, unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare...tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet ho robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye? And If I sleep, then percbeth be With preity flight, And... | |
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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... 
