 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
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1884 - 346 psl.
...spent his shafts.—Milton. Logic says of love, that ' it is one of the affections'; imagination says: Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet, Now with his wings he plays with me. Now with his feet.—Lodge. Some words significant of living objects, involve so little of the idea of intelligence... | |
 | 1884 - 738 psl.
...Lodge's rank as a lyric poet would be secure, even if he had written only this and Rosalynde's well known madrigal : " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet." But pearls of song are thickly sown along his pages; the limits of this essay are far too narrow for... | |
 | 1885 - 686 psl.
...Ltg*cy, 1590; PhiUis, 1593; A Fig-for Momus, 1595; A Margarite of America, 1596.] ROSALINDS COMPLAINT. 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 Davenport Adams - 1885 - 192 psl.
...time I loath'd that now I love, In both content and pleas'd. ROBERT GREEKE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. OVE in my 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 nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Tucker Brooke - 1927 - 984 psl.
...entertained her new passion by warbling to her lute one of the sweetest of Elizabethan lyrics: — ee. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To press before thy father to amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will... | |
 | Lafcadio Hearn - 1927 - 520 psl.
...his, already mentioned to you " Rosaline," which inspired Shakespeare's " As you like it" ROSALINE'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 amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 psl.
...They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse! 15 1584 (15587-1625) ROSALIND'S ounsel and assisting might: They mine eyes he makes his nest, 5 His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - 1927 - 634 psl.
...Arkwright's Old English edition (Joseph Williams). 62. Rosalind's Madrigal T OVE in my bosom, like a bee, -L/ 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... | |
 | Norman Ault - 1928 - 566 psl.
...oppress, That not one grief remaineth. Countess of Pembroke, Antonius, 1592. (Written 1590.)* Rosalind'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... | |
 | 1884 - 684 psl.
...Lodge's rank as a lyric poet would be secure, even if he had written only this and Rosalynde's well known madrigal : " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet." But pearls of song are thickly sown along his pages; the limits of this essay are far too narrow for... | |
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