 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 632 pàgines
...ROSALYND'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...sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays if... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 628 pàgines
...ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. Love in nay 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...I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And niakes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 634 pàgines
...my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feel. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst...sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays if... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 626 pàgines
...conceit. EDMUND W. GOSSE. 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 ptrcheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute,... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1880 - 474 pàgines
...LODGE. Here it is : — Love in my bosom, like a bee, Uoth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes...of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, there percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong night. Strike I... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 pàgines
...ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. 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...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... | |
 | 1882 - 122 pàgines
...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...sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, He music plays if... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 626 pàgines
...GOSSE. ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL. 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...sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays if... | |
 | English lyrics - 1883 - 330 pàgines
...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...sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays if... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 396 pàgines
...ROSAL YNDE'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...sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night : Strike I my lute he tunes the string, He music plays if... | |
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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... 
