 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 - Página 8por Reuben Percy - 1823 - 400 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Shakespeare - 1875 - 464 páginas
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 páginas
...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 páginas
...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 páginas
...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... | |
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 454 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Cunningham Geikie - 1878 - 232 páginas
...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 pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow... | |
 | 1879 - 978 páginas
...sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, Hls bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest ; Ah, wanton, will you ? " And il I sleep, then peereth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow... | |
 | William T. Dobson - 1880 - 298 páginas
...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 628 páginas
...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 niakes his pillow... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 634 páginas
...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feel. 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... | |
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