Kisses:: Being a Poetical Translation of the Basia of Joannes Secundus Nicolaius. With the Original Latin Text. To which is Prefixed, an Essay on His Life and Writings..Sherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1812 - 184 pages |
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... nectar'd Kisses she bestow'd : And strait each op'ning bud , which late was white , Blush'd a warm crimson to the astonish'd sight : Still in Dione's breast soft wishes rise , Soft wishes ! vented with soft whisper'd sighs ! Thus , by ...
... nectar'd Kisses she bestow'd : And strait each op'ning bud , which late was white , Blush'd a warm crimson to the astonish'd sight : Still in Dione's breast soft wishes rise , Soft wishes ! vented with soft whisper'd sighs ! Thus , by ...
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... heedless footstep prest : Is this to grant the wish'd - for Kiss ? - Ah , no , my Love ! - ' tis but to fire The bosom with a transient bliss , Inflaming unallay'd desire . BASIUM IV . NON dat basia , Neæra nectar . KISSES . 17.
... heedless footstep prest : Is this to grant the wish'd - for Kiss ? - Ah , no , my Love ! - ' tis but to fire The bosom with a transient bliss , Inflaming unallay'd desire . BASIUM IV . NON dat basia , Neæra nectar . KISSES . 17.
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... nectar which the fair bestow'd , For in her am'rous breath a gale of néctar flow'd . What love , ye gods ! what raptures in her kiss ! My soul was drunk with ecstacy of bliss . TAWKES . KISS IV . ' TIS not a Kiss you give 18 BASIA .
... nectar which the fair bestow'd , For in her am'rous breath a gale of néctar flow'd . What love , ye gods ! what raptures in her kiss ! My soul was drunk with ecstacy of bliss . TAWKES . KISS IV . ' TIS not a Kiss you give 18 BASIA .
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... nectar from above ! A fragrant show'r of balmy dews , Which thy sweet lips alone diffuse ! ' Tis ev'ry aromatic breeze That wafts from Afric's spicy trees ! ' Tis honey from the ozier hive , Which chymist bees with care derive Buchanan ...
... nectar from above ! A fragrant show'r of balmy dews , Which thy sweet lips alone diffuse ! ' Tis ev'ry aromatic breeze That wafts from Afric's spicy trees ! ' Tis honey from the ozier hive , Which chymist bees with care derive Buchanan ...
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... Nectar ' tis whence new life flows ; All the sweets which nimble bees In their ozier treasuries With unequall'd art repose , In one kiss her lips disclose . ́These , if I should many take , Soon would me immortal make , Rais'd to the ...
... Nectar ' tis whence new life flows ; All the sweets which nimble bees In their ozier treasuries With unequall'd art repose , In one kiss her lips disclose . ́These , if I should many take , Soon would me immortal make , Rais'd to the ...
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am'rous amorous arms bacio BAISER balmy bard basia BASIUM beauteous beauty beauty's Bishop of Utrecht blest bliss bloom blushing boards Bonefonius bosom breast breath Catullus charms cheek colla cùm Cupid Cypria darts dear delight dominæ DORAT doux Edition elegant EPIG equal this Olympus ev'ry Everardus eyes fair felix juvenis flow'r fond gale glow hæc happy pair happy swain heart hinc Hymettus illa Inque Joannes Secundus Jove joys kiss labellum labra labris lacertis Lesbia lèvres love's maid manu Mechelen meis mihi mistress Muretus ne'er Neæra neck nectar nectar'd Nicolaus nymph o'er thy Olympus strives oscula Ovid poem poet pow'r Propertius puella felix Quæ Qualia quàm quid quis quoque rapture rose semper show'rs Sicani sighs smiles soft soul suaviolum suspiria sweet tender Thaïs thee thine thou thro thy lips tibi Tibullus translated Tunc Venus vermil VIRG Virgil voluptuous wanton youth
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Page 152 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 124 - Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now...
Page 4 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Page 48 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Page 100 - LOve in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
Page 152 - Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow, Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Page 53 - Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain, Then, hid in shades, eludes her eager swain ; But feigns a laugh to see me search around, And by that laugh the willing fair is found.
Page 26 - L'aura serena che fra verdi fronde Mormorando a ferir nel volto viemme...
Page 38 - Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly ;) But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Page 66 - Furi, qui me ex versiculis meis putastis, quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum. nam castum esse decet pium poetam ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est; qui tunc denique habent salem ac leporem, si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici et quod pruriat incitare possunt, non dico pueris, sed his pilosis, qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.