 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 - Page 8by Reuben Percy - 1823 - 400 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Beloe - 1807 - 468 pages
...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 - 1054 pages
...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 - 318 pages
...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 - 316 pages
...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 - 502 pages
...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 - 420 pages
...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 - 442 pages
...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 - 700 pages
...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 - 320 pages
...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 - 328 pages
...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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