 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
 | 1866 - 924 psl.
...saucy air, half-passionate, halfmocking, that suited the words well, Lodge's delightful song : — Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet j Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed, amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast,... | |
 | 1841 - 178 psl.
...breast the infant throws Its sobbing face, and there in sleep forgets its woes. TIGRE. LOVE'S POWER. 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... | |
 | Gift - 1846 - 268 psl.
...eyes : But 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...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 - 1846 - 560 psl.
...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 - 288 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 psl.
...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...fly About this airy welkin soon, And, in a minute' mine eyes he makes his nest, Iliii bed amidst my tender bread ; My kisses arc his daily feast, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 psl.
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 psl.
...Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. > [Rosalind's ifadrígal.] creduli mine eyes he makes his nest, Hi« bed amid.it my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 556 psl.
..." 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 :...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 564 psl.
..." Roaalynd's Madrigal," and are no*, unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : — 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... | |
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