 | William Minto - 1874 - 508 pàgines
...me, Pray her before I die she'll come and see me.' Not less exquisite is Rosalind's Madrigal : — " 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 of my rest. Ah, wanton, will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1875 - 464 pàgines
...date. Bosalynd's Madrigal, and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakespeare : 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 percheth he With pretty flight; And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong night.... | |
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 460 pàgines
...in England. Fetcht from the Canaries by TL Gent. FROM EUPHUES' GOLDEN LEGACY. 1 ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live long... | |
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 454 pàgines
...Cent. ' See note i, p. 285. « According to desert. FROM EUPHUES' GOLDEN LEGACY.1 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 percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live long... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 pàgines
...her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? GEORGE WITHER. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. 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 percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 pàgines
...; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. Rosalind?! Madrigal. wncast and damp, yet such wherein appeared Obscure...cast Like doubtful hue : but he, his wonted pride ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong... | |
 | John Cunningham Geikie - 1878 - 232 pàgines
...died of the plague, in 1625. He wrote several plays, and translated Josephus. ROSALIND'S MADKIGAL. 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 of my rest : Ah, wanton,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 626 pàgines
...enough to resist the current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. 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 ptrcheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 632 pàgines
...current of contemporary taste, running swiftly towards conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. -_ ROSALYND'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 percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 pàgines
...bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she ! THOMAS LODGE. 1556 — 1625. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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 livelong... | |
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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... 
