 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
 | 1826 - 488 pages
...sucke his sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me. Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he mattes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast; My kisses...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 ev'ry living thing, Yet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 472 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? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enoogh to make us withhold... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 476 pages
...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 ye? led to the formation of this exquisite pastoral drama, is enough to make us withhold... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - 272 pages
...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 ye! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my... | |
 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 pages
...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 ye! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 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... | |
 | 1834 - 480 pages
...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 amid my...My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me ot my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I so sing ; He lends me every... | |
 | 1839 - 56 pages
...sweete ; Now with his wings he plays with me ; Now with his feete. " Within mine eyes he makes his neat, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. " Strike I my lute — he tunes the string j He music plays, if I do sing; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel... | |
 | 1840 - 652 pages
...like a bee Doth suck his sweete ; Now with his wings he seems to play 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 ; lle lends me every living thing, Yet cruel... | |
 | 1840 - 372 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 t sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow... | |
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