 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...  Relics of Literature - Стр. 8авторы: Reuben Percy - 1823 - Страниц: 400Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Beloe - 1807 - Страниц: 468
...his wings he plaies with me, Now wijh his feete. 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 sleepe then pearcheth he With prettie flight, And makes his pillow of... | |
 | William Beloe - 1807 - Страниц: 1054
...Mings lie plaits with ine4 Now wi^h liis feete. Wjthin mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs uic of my rest. AI An Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe.then pearcheth he With prettie flight, _... | |
 | John Bodenham - 1812 - Страниц: 318
...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his rest; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ?" In the present age, if there be a fashion which indulges in too indiscriminate... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1812 - Страниц: 316
...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- daily feast ; 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - Страниц: 420
...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 pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 442
...my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I so sing : He lends me every thing, Yet, cruel, he... | |
 | William Beloe, Thomas Fanshaw Middleton, William Rowe Lyall, Robert Nares - 1823 - Страниц: 700
...bosom, like a bee, Doth sucke his sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feete. " Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. " Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing ; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - Страниц: 320
...bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string ; He music plays if I do sing ; He lends ine every living thing, Yet,... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - Страниц: 328
...bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute— he tunes the string ; He music plays if I do sing ; He lends me every living thing, Yet, cruel,... | |
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