 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. Strike I my lute—he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel he my heart...  Relics of Literature - Page 4by Reuben Percy - 1823 - 400 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Beloe - Bibliographical literature - 1807 - 1054 pages
...Mings lie plaits with ine 4 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. Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe.then pearcheth he With prettie flight, _ And makes... | |
 | Joseph Haslewood - English poetry - 1812 - 330 pages
...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 he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye i" In the present age, if there be a fashion which indulges in too indiscriminate... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - English literature - 1812 - 502 pages
...like a bee, Now with his teete. Within mine eyes he makes hit 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? L iiij And 152 Cnglanti'0 liielitotn And if I sleepe, then pierceth he, The liue... | |
 | William Beloe - Bibliographical literature - 1814 - 576 pages
...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, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah Wanton will ye ? And if I sleepe then pearche|h he With prettie flight, And makes his pillow of... | |
 | Nathan Drake - Dramatists, English - 1817 - 766 pages
...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 he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye ? "— " Compare Dr. Lodge not only with his cotemporaries but his successors,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1818 - 624 pages
...Within mine eyes he makes his neit, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily least, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute—he tunes the string, He music plays, it I so sing ; He lends me every living thing, Yet, cruel, he my heart doth sting. What if I beat the... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 432 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 I And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight; And. makes his pillow of... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 420 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 pierceth he With pretty slight; And makes his pillow of... | |
 | Richard Ryan - Poetry - 1826 - 328 pages
...my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck 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...me every living thing, Yet, cruel, he my heart doth sting. What, if I beat the wauton boy With many a rod, He will repay me with anoy, Because a God. Then,... | |
 | Richard Ryan - Poetry - 1826 - 330 pages
...my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck 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...me every living thing, Yet, cruel, he my heart doth sting. What, if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod, He will repay me with atiov, Because a God.... | |
| |
