 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...  The World's Best Poetry ... - Page 69edited by - 1904Full view - About this book
 | William Beloe - Bibliography - 1807 - 468 pages
...my bosome like a bee Doth suck his sweete, How with his wings he plaies with me, Now wijh his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst...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 my knee The live long night.... | |
 | William Beloe - Bibliographical literature - 1807 - 1054 pages
...bee •: Doth suck his s\vecte, Now with his 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, _... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - English poetry - 1812 - 316 pages
...sweet : Now with 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-...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 a love of antiquity,... | |
 | John Bodenham - English poetry - 1812 - 478 pages
...sweet : Now with Ins wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his r?st; His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye i" In thejpresent age, if there be a fashion- which indulges in too nWiscriminate a love of antiquity,... | |
 | John Bodenham - English poetry - 1812 - 318 pages
...playes with me. Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his 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? And if I sleepe, then pierceth he, With pretlie slight : And makes his pillow of my knee, The liue long night.... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - English literature - 1812 - 502 pages
...sweet : Now 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 lie robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye :" In the present age, if there be a fashion which indulges... | |
 | William Beloe - Bibliographical literature - 1814 - 576 pages
...my bosome like a bee Doth suck his sweete, Now with his wings he plaies with me, Now with his feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, Aiid yet he robs me of my rest. Ah Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe then pearchejh he With prettie... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 420 pages
...THE SAME. 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...rest : Ah, wanton, will ye ! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my late,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 432 pages
...THE SAME. 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...And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will ye 1 And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long... | |
 | Thomas Lodge - English poetry - 1819 - 188 pages
...feete. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender brest, My kisses are his dayly feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton, will ye? And if I sleepe, then pearcheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The liuelong night. Strike... | |
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