 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...  English Lyrics - Страница 321890 - 296 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | William Beloe - 1807 - 468 страница
...my bosome like a bee Doth suck his sweete, How with his wings he plaies with me, Now wijh his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst...he robs me of my rest. Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe then pearcheth he With prettie flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live long night.... | |
 | William Beloe - 1807 - 1054 страница
...bee •: Doth suck his s\vecte, Now with his Mings lie plaits with ine4 Now wi^h liis feete. Wjthin mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender...breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs uic of my rest. AI An Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe.then pearcheth he With prettie flight, _... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 страница
...and happy artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays...me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet lie robs me of my rest.... | |
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - 318 страница
...and happy artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays...me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest.... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1812 - 316 страница
...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 страница
...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.... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - 502 страница
...sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet lie robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye :" In the present age, if there be a fashion which indulges... | |
 | William Beloe - 1814 - 576 страница
...my bosome like a bee Doth suck his sweete, Now with his wings he plaies with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, Aiid yet he robs me of my rest. Ah Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe then pearchejh he With prettie... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 страница
...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 wings he plays...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 late,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 432 страница
...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 wings he plays...And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye 1 And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long... | |
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