 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...  Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628 - Strana 323úprava: - 1819Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Gift - 1846 - Počet stránok 268
...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 - Počet stránok 560
...called " Rotalynd's Madrigal," and >n not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare :— 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 bed amidst my... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1847 - Počet stránok 288
...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,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - Počet stránok 712
...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 - 1847 - Počet stránok 712
...light. [RoeaHncTs Madrigal.] Love in my boscni, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings lie rs J My Kisses are his daily feast, And vet he robs me of my rest : Áh, wanton, will ye Î And if I sleep,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Počet stránok 578
...Madrigal,' and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspcare : Luve in 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 my tender breast, My kisses are his daily... | |
 | 1848 - Počet stránok 544
...forbear adding a little piece not so well known as it deserves to be, called " RO8ELIND'8* MADRIGAL. " Love in my Bosom like a Bee Doth suck his sweet ;...wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within my Eyes he makes his nest, His bed within my tender Breast. My Kisses are his daily feast, But yet... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - Počet stránok 708
...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 - Počet stránok 556
..." 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 :...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 - 1850 - Počet stránok 710
...his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. [Rosalind'! Madrigal.] Love in my boscm, ingency. Pious spirits, who passed their days in ! And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The live-long... | |
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