 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 564 páginas
...Roaalynd's Madrigal," and are no*, unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : — Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his...tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet ho robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye? And If I sleep, then percbeth be With preity flight, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 568 páginas
...devoted to Shakspeare : — Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his eweet : Now with his wings he playi with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes...nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are bis daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye .' And If I sleep, then perchetb... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 586 páginas
...with bis wings he playa with me, Now with hii feet. Within mine eyes he makes h1s nest. His bed nmidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye t And If I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong night... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 páginas
...mind, Love's service is in vain. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. THOMAS LODGE, born 1556, died 1625. LOVE in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah! wanton, will you? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The live... | |
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1851 - 1502 páginas
...under the masculine gender, as a playful boy. English poets have followed their example : " Love in my ancient usage. 34. The affections are to the intellect what the forge is tc the metal ; it is th LODGE. If for AM and her, in these passages, you substitute its, or translate them into languages in... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 páginas
...: — ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings ho plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breasts; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet ho robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye 1 And if... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 602 páginas
...plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breasts; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye 1 And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The live-long... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - 838 páginas
...sacred name. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. ÏBOX ТЯ£ БАМЕ. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck hie sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with...rest : Ah, wanton, will ye ! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my lute,... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - 1853 - 216 páginas
...expressed with more happy artifice of language, than Rosalynd's Madrigal, beginning — " ' Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet: Now with his...me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest, His bed amidst my tender breast; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? ' " Compare... | |
 | Shakespeare Society (Great Britain) - 1853 - 222 páginas
...expressed with more happy artifice of language, than RosalyncTs Madrigal, beginning — " ' Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet: Now with his...me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? ' " Compare... | |
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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... 
