 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1895 - 650 pàgines
...ROSALYND'S MADRIGAU 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... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1895 - 424 pàgines
...sweet, Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. • Within mine eyes he makes his nest, 5 His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his...wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he 1° With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1895 - 412 pàgines
...sweet, Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, 5 His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his...wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he 1° With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1895 - 414 pàgines
...sweet, Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, 5 His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his...wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he 10 With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes... | |
 | John Churton Collins - 1896 - 504 pàgines
...bosome, like a bee, Doth sucke his sweete : Now with his wings he playes with me, Now with his feete : Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst...robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleepe, then percheth he With pretty flight : And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night.... | |
 | William Ernest Henley - 1897 - 438 pàgines
...Lyly. go ROSALIND'S SONG 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 John Courthope - 1897 - 478 pàgines
...epigrammatists of Alexandria : — 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... | |
 | Edward Arber - 1897 - 694 pàgines
...'s Madrigal. OVE in my bosom like a bee, doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with mft, now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest,...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... | |
 | Amy Neally - 1898 - 244 pàgines
...WALCH. EOSALIND'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 on my knee The live-long night: Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, He music plays if... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 548 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...kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my feast : Ah, Wanton, will ye ? And, if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow... | |
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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... 
