 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 pages
...Hie bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are hie daily feast, And yet he robs me of my reut. Ali, sing, He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting Whist, wanton, still ye ? The... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 550 pages
...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,...lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays, if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet, cruel, he my heart doth tting. Whist, wanton, still ye?... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1839 - 390 pages
...ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. " 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...— 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,... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 pages
...ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. 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...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,... | |
 | 1840 - 372 pages
...ROSALIND 8 MADRIGAL. 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...robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye ! And if t sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night.... | |
 | 1844 - 148 pages
...ROSALIND'S UADRIOAI.. 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...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... | |
 | Gift - 1846 - 268 pages
...ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. 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...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - 560 pages
...:— Love In my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with bis wings he plays with me, Now wltb his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His...And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye I And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight,' And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 pages
...my bosom like я bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feel. V Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst...pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my luie, he tunes the string He music plays, if sol sing, He lends me every lovely íhinc ; Yei cruel... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 pages
...his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, Hi« bed amid.it his pillow of my knee, The live-long night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays... | |
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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... 
