 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 Chauncey Fowler - 1857 - 516 psl.
...masculine gender, as a playful boy. English poets have followed their example : — " Love in my bosoin, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, How with hit feet." LODOE. If for his and her, in these passages, you substitute its, or translate... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1858 - 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...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... | |
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1858 - 424 psl.
...care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power." — HOOKEB, Ecclesiastical Polity, book i., 16. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Xow with /«.s feet." LODGE. If for his and hers, in these passages, you substitute its, or translate... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 psl.
...perilous danger you'd be in, As she tied her bonnet under her chin. NOIIA I'EHIIV. •2in 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 psl.
...distinguished by great • Advantage. poetic sweetness. It commences with the following lines : — " P50 mine eyes he makes his nest! His bed amidst my tender breast : My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1863 - 592 psl.
...lautsht that pleasaat siflit to see. (Id.) •2. Rosalind's madrigal. Love in my besom like a bec liyili suck his sweet. Now with his wings he plays with me Now with his feet. Within my eyes he makes his rest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast. And yet he robs me of iny rest.... | |
 | William Nicholson (of Halifax.) - 1864 - 296 psl.
...is impersonated under the Masculine Gender as a playful mischievous boy. Thus Lodge in "Rosalind's Madrigal;" Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with Ms wings he plays with mo, Now with his feet. There are three methods of distinguishing the sex. 1.... | |
 | Theodore Parker - 1865 - 324 psl.
...We cannot forbear adding a little piece not so well known as it deserves to be, called "ROSELYND'S MADRIGAL. " Love in my Bosom like a Bee Doth suck...Kisses are his daily feast, \ But yet he robs me of my Best ! Ah Wanton — will ye ! " And when I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his... | |
 | 1865 - 1022 psl.
...two verses of the song entitled " Rosaline's Madrigal" — " Love in my bosom, like a bee Doth snck 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, Mv kisses arc his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 psl.
...favorite love-lyrics of the olden time, is that entitled Rosalind's Madrigal, by LODGE. Here it is : — 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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