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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
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The Virginia Lyceum, Volume 1,Edição 1

1839
...his wings he plays with me ; Now with his feete. " Within mine eyes he makes his neat, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. " Strike I my lute — he tunes the string j He music plays, if I do sing; He lends me every living...
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Lyric Poetry of Glees, Madrigals, Catches, Rounds, Canons, and Duets: As ...

1840 - 624 páginas
...wings he seems to play with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, He music plays if I so sing ; lle lends me every living thing,...
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Rural Sketches

Thomas Miller - 1842 - 384 páginas
...Madrigal as they meet not with every day ; it was written by Thomas Lodge. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now...plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he make* his nest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of...
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Shakspeare and his times

Nathan Drake - 1843 - 660 páginas
...more finished and happy artifice < language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning — " Love in ray bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet : Now with...me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest....
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Shakespeare's Library: A Collection of the Romances, Novels, Poems ..., Volume 1

1843
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The Helicon of Love: A Selection from the Poets of the Sixteenth and ...

1844 - 123 páginas
...remorse or pitying her paine ; THOMAS LODGE. Born about 1560, died 1623. ROSALIND'S UADRIOAI.. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now...daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest, — Ah 1 wanton, will ye I And if I sleep, then piereeth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volume 1

Robert Chambers - 1844
...Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. [Rosalind's Madrigal.} Love R 똤p ɯ N ` xI R j A ~Vl3E hVI mL +nd N ... k 9 a] P60_ j s *ܮltTRX ̎ / L & lie robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth lie With pretty flight,...
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Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As y@u ...

William Shakespeare - 1844
...to Shakspeare : — Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his aweet : Now with l,is wings he playa with me, Now with his feet Within mine eyes he makes...feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 89

1866
...saucy air, half-passionate, halfmocking, that suited the words well, Lodge's delightful song : — Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet j Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed, amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast,...
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A Love Gift for ...

1841
...the infant throws Its sobbing face, and there in sleep forgets its woes. TIGRE. LOVE'S POWER. LOvE in my bosom, like a bee Doth suck his sweet ; Now...feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my...
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