 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...  Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books - Page 102by William Beloe - 1814Full view - About this book
 | William Beloe - Bibliography - 1807 - 468 pages
...MADRIGAL, Love in my bosome like a bee Doth suck his sweete, How with his wings he plaies with me, Now wijh his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His...amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe then pearcheth he With prettie flight,... | |
 | John Bodenham - English poetry - 1812 - 318 pages
...ROSALIND'S MADRIGALL. Loue in my bosome like a bee, Doth sucke his sweet : Now with his wings, he playes with me. Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton will ye? And if I sleepe,... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - English poetry - 1812 - 316 pages
...ROSALINDS MADRTGALL. Loue in my bosome like a bee, Doth sucke his sweet : Now with his wings, he playes with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet be robs me of my rest. Ali wanton will ye? U iiij And... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - English literature - 1812 - 502 pages
...ROSALINDS MADHIGALL. Loue in my bosome like a bee, Doth sucke his sweet : Now with his wings, he playes with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton will ye? L iiij And... | |
 | John Bodenham - English poetry - 1812 - 478 pages
...sweet : Now with Ins wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his r?st; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye i" In thejpresent age, if there be a fashion-... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - English literature - 1812 - 502 pages
...sweet : Now with his wings he plays 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 lie robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye :" In the present age, if there be a fashion... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 432 pages
...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 ye 1 And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - English poetry - 1819 - 188 pages
...ROSALYND'S MADRIGALL. LOUE in my bosomc like a bee Doth sncke his sweete: Now with his wings he playes with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his dayly feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton, will ye? And if I sleepe,... | |
 | Anecdotes - 1820 - 442 pages
...believed to be unique : — Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweete ; Now with his wings he plays 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... | |
 | William Beloe, Thomas Fanshaw Middleton, William Rowe Lyall, Robert Nares - Books - 1823 - 700 pages
...mean) of his poems. " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth sucke his sweete ; Now with his wings he plays 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... | |
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