 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...  Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628 - Стр. 323редактор(ы): - 1819Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1866 - Страниц: 392
...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 - 1866 - Страниц: 326
...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... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1866 - Страниц: 492
...sat on a tree, And laught that pleasant sight to sce. (M.) 2. Rosalind'i madrigal. Love in my besom like a bee Doth suck his sweet. Now with his wings he plays with me Now with his feet. Withïn my cyes he makes his rest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast. And... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1866 - Страниц: 240
...is, and quiet. BYRD'S SONGS. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his fweet ; No'w with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his neft, His bed amidft my tender breaft; My kiffes are his daily feaft, And yet he robs me of my reft.... | |
 | Maximilian Schele de Vere - 1867 - Страниц: 384
...classic writers, think of the god Amor, and thus say : " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck Ais sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet." — Lodge's Rosalind's Madrigal. A beautiful use of attributed gender occurs in connection with the... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1865 - Страниц: 534
...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 - Страниц: 544
...called ' Rosalynd's Madrigal,' arid are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare: illiam ? And if I sleep, then percheth he The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string He music... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - Страниц: 968
...'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... | |
 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1871 - Страниц: 556
...fair ones says the following verses, simpering, and we can even see now the pouting of her lips : ' Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet. Now...wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within my eyes he makes his rest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast. And yet he... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1871 - Страниц: 554
...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within my eyes he makes his rest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast. And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah ! wanton, will ye ! ' * What relieves these sportive pieces is their splendour of imagination. There are effects and... | |
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