 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 556 páginas
...devoted to Shakspeare : — 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...lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays, if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet, cruel, he my heart doth sting. ing led to the formation... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 páginas
...[Rosalind'! Madrigal.] Love in my boscm, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me his pillow of my knee, The live-long night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 páginas
...born 1556, died 1625. 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 live... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 334 páginas
...born 1556, dicd 1625. 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 live-long... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 páginas
...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 Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 páginas
...following lines : — " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays f" Suffice it to sav. that Gerismond and Torismond, the kings of France, answer to Shakespeare's exiled... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 páginas
...LODGE. Here it is : — 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...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... | |
 | 1866 - 392 páginas
...ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. GVK 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1871 - 544 páginas
...devoted to Shakspeare: Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string He music plays, if so I sing, He lends me... | |
 | 1873 - 296 páginas
...MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with n»c, 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... | |
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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... 
