 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
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 psl.
...his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. [Rosalind'! Madrigal.] Love in my boscm, 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... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 602 psl.
...true poet ; and some of his minor pieces, such as the following, are truly beautiful : 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 breasts; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 psl.
...for your mind, Love's service is in vain. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. THOMAS LODGE, born 1556, died 1625. 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 Chauncey Fowler - 1851 - 1502 psl.
...represented love, under the masculine gender, as a playful boy. English poets have followed their example : " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet." LODGE. If for AM and her, in these passages, you substitute its, or translate them into languages in... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 psl.
...true poet ; and some of his minor pieces, such as the following, are truly beautiful : ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings ho plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breasts;... | |
 | Shakespeare Society (Great Britain) - 1853 - 222 psl.
...imagined, or expressed with more happy artifice of language, than RosalyncTs Madrigal, beginning " ' 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 rest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton,... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - 1853 - 218 psl.
...imagined, or expressed with more happy artifice of language, than Rosalyn<fs Madrigal, beginning " ' 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 rest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - 838 psl.
...sacred name. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. ÏBOX ТЯ£ БАМЕ. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck hie 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... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1855 - 246 psl.
...hundred years ago, in his "Golden Legacy," beautifully said, "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, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 334 psl.
...pain ; Seek other mistress for your n.dud; ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. THOMAS LODGE, born 1556, dicd 1625. 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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