Kisses: Being a Poetical Translation of the Basia of Joannes Secundus NicolaiusT. Davies, 1778 - 276 pàgines |
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Kisses: Being an English Translation in Verse of The Basia of Joannes ... Janus (Secundus) Visualització completa - 1803 |
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Æneid alſo am'rous AMORE Bafia Baifer BASIA BASIUM beauteous Beauty beſtow Blifs Bliſs bluſhing Bofom Bonefonius Breaſt Breath cafta Catullus ceaſe Charms Cheek Crimſon cùm CYPRIA Defire DORAT Edition Eleg Epigrams Epithalamium equal this OLYMPUS ev'ry Eyes FAIR FELIX fhall firſt foft fome fond foon fuch fweet Hæc HAPPY PAIR HAPPY SWAIN illa Inque Joannes Secundus Jove Joys JUVENIS Kiffes Kifs KISSES labellum labra labris Latin LESBIA Love MAID manu Marius Mechelen meis mihi moft moſt Muretus muſt ne'er NEÆRA Neara NEERA Nicolaus Number NYMPH o'er OLYMPUS ftrives Ovid Paffion pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r Propertius publiſhed PUELLA quæ Qualia quoque Rapture Rofes Saint Amand Scriverius Secundus ſhall ſhe SICANI Soul ſpeak SUAVIOLUM ſweet Sweets Taſte tender Thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe Thou Thouſand thro thy Lips tibi Tibullus Tranflation Tranſport Tunc VENUS vermil wanton whofe whoſe Youth
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Pàgina 106 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Pàgina 79 - And on my bosom raptured lie. Venting the gently-whisper'd sigh; A sigh that kindles warm desires, And kindly fans life's drooping fires; Soft as the zephyr's breezy wing, And balmy as the breath of spring: While you, sweet nymph! with am'rous play, In kisses suck my breath away; My breath with wasting warmth replete, Parch'd by my breast's contagious heat; Till, breathing soft, you pour again Returning life through every vein; Thus soothe to rest my passion's rage, Love's burning fever thus assuage:...
Pàgina 227 - Seals of love, but feal'd in vain. Hide, oh, hide thofe hills of fnow, Which thy frozen bofom bears, On whofe tops the pinks that grow Are of thofe that April wears : But firft fet my poor heart free, Bound in thofe icy chains by thee.
Pàgina 226 - TAKE, oh take thofe lips away, That fo fweetly were forfworn ; And thofe eyes, the break of day, Lights that do miflead the morn : But my kifles bring again, Seals of love, but feal'd in vain.
Pàgina 164 - 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.
Pàgina 77 - ... my shoulders soft decline Your beauties more than half divine; With wand'ring looks that o'er me rove, And fire the melting soul with love: While you, Neaera, fondly join Your little pouting lips with mine; And frolic bite your am'rous swain Complaining soft if bit again; And sweetly-murm'ring pour along The trembling accents of your tongue, Your tongue, now here now there that strays, Now here now there delighted plays; That now my humid kisses sips, Now wanton darts between my lips; And on...
Pàgina 237 - Then, that soft scent which from the violet flows, She mixt with spoils of many a vernal rose ; Each gentle blandishment in love we find, Each graceful winning gesture next she join'd ; And all those joys that in her zone abound, Made up the kiss, and the rich labour crown'd...
Pàgina 61 - ... fruits spontaneously. The whole company of the blessed would rise to give us welcome, and would set us on grassy seats in the foremost place among the Homeric choir ; nor would any of the mistresses of Jove be reluctant to yield precedence to thee, nor even Helen, the daughter of Jove. As round some neighb'ring elm the vine Its am'rous tendrils loves to twine ; As round the oak, in many a maze, The ivy flings its gadding sprays ; Couldst thou...
Pàgina 231 - WHEN beauteous Lesbia fires my melting soul (She who the torch and bow from Cupid stole) By many a smile, by many an ardent kiss, And with her teeth imprints the tell-tale bliss ; Through all my frame the madding transport glows, Through every vein the tide of rapture flows. As many stars as o'er heaven's concave shine, Or clusters as adorn the fruitful vine ; So many blandishments, voluptuous joys, T' inflame my breast, the wily maid employs.
Pàgina 99 - ... know, lovely one, could never for any injury swell with so much wrath but that bleeding and stammering it would ever descant upon those eyes, those lips, and those wanton teeth that hurt it. Oh arrogant power of beauty ! AH ! what ungovern'd rage, declare, Neaera, too capricious fair ! What unrevenged, unguarded wrong, Could urge thee thus to wound my tongue ? Perhaps you deem th...