 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
 | English lyrics - English poetry - 1883 - 340 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 I wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty... | |
 | William Davenport Adams - Ballads, English - 1885 - 190 pages
...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 ye? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight,... | |
 | English poetry - 1885 - 668 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 you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty... | |
 | Thomas Young Crowell - English poetry - 1885 - 702 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 arc his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth... | |
 | George Saintsbury - England - 1887 - 502 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?' " And if I sleep, then percheth he, With... | |
 | Arthur Henry Bullen - English poetry - 1887 - 322 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 ; ' So the song book. England's Helicon " I can I cannot I.' My kiises are his daily feast, And yet... | |
 | Children's poetry, English - 1889 - 552 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 ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty... | |
 | Arthur Henry Bullen - English poetry - 1890 - 222 pages
...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 ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he, With pretty flight,... | |
 | English poetry - 1890 - 332 pages
...like a bee, -I — ' 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 ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1890 - 416 pages
...sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet : Within mine eyes he makes his ncct, His bed 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 sleep, then percheth he With pretty... | |
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