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 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, will...  The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the ... - Página 28 1866 - 384 páginas Visualização completa -
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