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
| Frederick Saunders - 1880 - 474 psl.
...is that entitled Rosalind's Madrigal^ by LODGE. Here it is : Love in my bosom, like a bee, Uoth 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... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1880 - 842 psl.
...his brand doth light. Rosalind's Madrigal. Love in my bosom( like a bee, Doth suck his swcut ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. "Within mine eyes he mokes his nest, His bed amidst, my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast,... | |
| Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 psl.
...more, are mine. Only bend thy knee to me Thy wooing shall thy winning be. GILES FLETCHER 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 Ыячея are his daily feast, And... | |
| 1882 - 122 psl.
...Thus when my body lieth low My soul shall cleave the sky. Charles Sprague, 1791.1876. Rosalinds Madrigal. LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck 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... | |
| Theodore Parker - 1865 - 324 psl.
...forbear adding a little piece not so well known as it deserves to be, called "ROSELTND'S MADEIGAL. " Love in my Bosom like a Bee Doth suck his sweet...wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within my Byes he makes his nest, His bed within my tender Breast. My Kisses are his daily feast, But yet he... | |
| English lyrics - 1883 - 340 psl.
...walk on earth I have : They free, I thrall : they jolly, I sad and pensive wholly. XVIII. 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 James Linton - 1883 - 396 psl.
..." None loves like him !." that is " None fair like me ! " THOMAS LODGE. I556 ? l62SKOSAL YNDE>S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck 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... | |
| Sir John Skelton - 1883 - 382 psl.
...saucy air, half passionate, half mocking, that suited the words well, Lodge's delightful song, " 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... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 626 psl.
...current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now...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 - 1884 - 804 psl.
...love, under the masculino sicnde.r, as a playful boy. English poets have followed their exumple : " 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 his and her, in these passages, you substitute its, or translate them into languages... | |
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