 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...  Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628 - الصفحة 323المحررون: - 1819عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 270
...and terseness more modern by a hundred years, than others of his contemporaries. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet,...And yet he robs me of my 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... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 272
...and terseness more modern by a hundred years, than others of his contemporaries. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet,...And yet he robs me of my 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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...was swept away, among many other unnoticed individuals, by the plague in 1625. ROSALIND S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...And yet he robs me of my 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 542
...called * Rosalynd's Madrigal,1 and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : Hie bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are hie daily feast, And yet he robs me of my reut. Ali,... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...birth in the next. Thus in steering through life, Sic. LOVE IN MY BOSOM LIKE A BEb (T. Lodge, 1614.) LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet ;...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 ot my rest. Strike I my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 570
...called ' Rosnlynil's Madrigal,* and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspcare : voice. Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but s ptayi with me. Now with his feet. Within mine ayes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...called " Rosalynd'a Madrigal," and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare :— Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with bia wings he playa with me, Now with hii feet. Within mine eyes he makes hia neat, His bed amidst my... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 744
...expressed with more finished and happy artifice of language, than Rosalind's Madrigal, beginning — " person of the Old Woman of Brentford, who is declared by For hia wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 390
...a 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...yet he robs me of my 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 550
...Madrigal," and ore not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : — Love in my boRom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings...nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses arc his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye .' And if I sleep, then percheth... | |
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