 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 Shakespeare - 1890 - 478 pages
...nma ivith his feete. Within mine eies he makes his rtfasf, His bed amidst my tender breast. My tijfes are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton, will ye ? And if JJlecpe, then pearcheth he with pretie flight. And makes his pillow of... | |
 | 1872 - 900 pages
...his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet ; Within mine eyes he makes lus nest, His bed amidst ls, B 3 : Ah ! wanton, will you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow... | |
 | 1873 - 296 pages
...his wings he plays with n»c, 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 percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow... | |
 | William Minto - 1874 - 506 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...are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my... | |
 | William Minto - 1874 - 520 pages
...my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his vvings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my...are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 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 you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1875 - 464 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 percheth he With pretty flight; And makes a pillow of my... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 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 percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 pages
...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet Within mine eyes he makes his nest. His bed amidst self ; which on his countenance cast Like doubtful hue : but he, his wonted pri : Ah, wanton, will ye ? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of... | |
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 460 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 percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of... | |
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