 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 - Стр. 120авторы: William Beloe - 1807Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - Страниц: 478
...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...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye i" In thejpresent age, if there be a fashion- which indulges in too nWiscriminate a love of antiquity,... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1812 - Страниц: 316
...sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rtstj His bed amids-t my tender breast; My kisses are his-...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye r" In the present age, if there be a fashion which indulges in too indiscriminate a love of antiquity,... | |
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - Страниц: 318
...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...my rest. Ah wanton will ye? And if I sleepe, then pierceth he, With pretlie slight : And makes his pillow of my knee, The liue long night. Strike I my... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1812 - Страниц: 502
...playes with me, Now with his teete. Within mine eyes he makes hit 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 152 Cnglanti'0 liielitotn And if I sleepe, then pierceth he, With prettie slight: And makes... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - Страниц: 420
...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...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 night. Strike... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - Страниц: 432
...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...And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye 1 And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - 1819 - Страниц: 188
...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, then pearcheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The liuelong night. Strike I my late, he tunes the string,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 476
...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...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enough to make us withhold our assent to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 472
...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...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enoogh to make us withhold our assent to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 474
...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...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will yc? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enough to make as withhold oar assent... | |
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