 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,...  Massachusetts Quarterly Review - 254 psl.1848Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | John Cunningham Geikie - 1878 - 232 psl.
...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...wings he plays with me, 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... | |
 | 1879 - 978 psl.
...Here is a handful of lays which are purely playful and pretty: — " Love in my bosom like a bee Both suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, Hls bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Boyd Montgomerie M. Ranking - 1880 - 214 psl.
...the unconscious stars, Dwells all night and is blest. Author of "Songs of Two Worlds. " LOVE'S WILES. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee Doth suck his sweet ;...his feet. Within my eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, And yet he robs me of my rest — Ah, wanton, will ye? And if I sleep, then... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 632 psl.
...the current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. -_ ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 626 psl.
...enough to resist the current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 psl.
...— For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? GiiORGB WITHER. flOSALIND'S COMPLAINT. as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted. SHAKESPEARE....Mrsic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 psl.
...bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she ! THOMAS LODGE. 1556 — 1625. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 634 psl.
...resist the current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck...Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feel. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 628 psl.
...contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. Love in nay bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1903 - 624 psl.
...resist the current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, How With his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses... | |
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