 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 psl.
...called * Rosalynd's Madrigal,1 and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : mine eyes he makes his nest, Hie bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are hie daily feast, And yet... | |
 | 1834 - 480 psl.
...birth in the 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 ;...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 psl.
...called ' Rosnlynil's Madrigal,* and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspcare : voice. Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but s ptayi with me. Now with his feet. Within mine ayes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 554 psl.
...called " Rosalynd'a 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 : Now with bia wings he playa with me, Now with hii feet. Within mine eyes he makes hia neat, His bed amidst my... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1838 - 744 psl.
...expressed with more finished and happy artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " person of the Old Woman of Brentford, who is declared by For hia wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1839 - 390 psl.
...here is such a Madrigal 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...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 Shakespeare - 1839 - 550 psl.
...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 he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses arc his daily feast ; And... | |
 | 1840 - 372 psl.
...spring, and Summer mourn, Before my pen, by help of Fame, Cease to recite thy sacred name. ROSALIND 8 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... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 690 psl.
...more finished and happy artifice < language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning " Love in ray 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 rest; His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast; And yet... | |
 | 1844 - 148 psl.
...Without remorse or pitying her paine ; THOMAS LODGE. Born about 1560, died 1623. ROSALIND'S UADRIOAI.. 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... | |
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