 | English poetry - 1866 - 392 pages
...with garlands gay, Was made the lady of the May. [Bu«N 1556. DIED 1625.] ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. GVK in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now...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... | |
 | Edward William Lewis Davies, Paul Pendril - Corsica (France) - 1866 - 326 pages
...horsemen, lightly accoutred, swung into their saddles, and were off for the Gravone. 92 CHAPTER V. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes bis nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my... | |
 | Henry Allon - Christianity - 1865 - 534 pages
...known. We will therefore rather quote two rcrses of the song entitled ' Rosaline's Madrigal ' — ' Love in my bosom, like a bee Doth suck his sweet ;...plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes ho makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1871 - 544 pages
...age. * The following beautiful Stanzas are part of what is called ' Rosalynd's Madrigal,' arid are not ? And if I sleep, then percheth he The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string He music... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1871 - 968 pages
...'11 be constant while we can, — You can be no more, you know. ROBERT BURNS. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. y goes by, like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow...no more, my lady, &c. Theheadmustbow, andtheback wi nie of my rest : Ah ! wanton, will you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes... | |
 | American poetry - 1872 - 900 pages
...'11 be constant while we can, — You can be no more, you know. ROBERT BURNS. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. lus nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1873 - 906 pages
...'11 be constant while we can, — You can be no more, you know. ROBERT BURNS. ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT. spearmen, only great In that strange spell, — a...like adog — by one who wore Tlie badge of Ursini you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong... | |
 | American poetry - 1873 - 296 pages
...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,...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 knee The livelong... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 pages
...are on : But beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anonymous. XLIIL LOVES RESTING PLACE. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...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 Minto - English poetry - 1874 - 506 pages
...me, Pray her before I die she'll come and see me.' Not less exquisite is Rosalind's Madrigal:— " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now...feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will... | |
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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... 
