 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - 320 páginas
...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 — he tunes the string ; He music plays if I do sing ; He lends ine every living... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - 272 páginas
...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, Now with his...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 night; Strike I the... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 páginas
...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, Now with his...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 night; Strike I the... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 páginas
...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...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 night. Strike I my lute,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 páginas
...Rosalynd's Madrigal,1 and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : Love in my Hie bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are hie daily feast, And yet he robs me of my reut. Ali,... | |
 | 1834 - 480 páginas
...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 ; 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. Strike I my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 páginas
...ayes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses ore his daily feast, And yet ho what, come they to visit us? Boy ft. They do, they do ; and ar pcrcheth ho With pretty flight ; And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike 1 my lute,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1838 - 744 páginas
...Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning — " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with hia be " a witch, a quean, an old cozening quean ! — rest; His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are hii daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest.... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1839 - 390 páginas
...as they meet not with every day ; it was written by Thomas Lodge. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with...— Ah ! wanton, will ye ? " And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my lute,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 550 páginas
...Madrigal," and ore not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : — Love in my boRom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings...nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses arc his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye .' And if I sleep, then percheth... | |
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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... 
