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 pagina's |
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Pagina 4
... Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flow'r , . Before milk - white , now purple with love's wound . And maidens call it love in idleness . SHAK . MIDS . NIGHT'S DREAM . The sleeping Youth in silence she admir'd ; And , 4 BASIA .
... Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flow'r , . Before milk - white , now purple with love's wound . And maidens call it love in idleness . SHAK . MIDS . NIGHT'S DREAM . The sleeping Youth in silence she admir'd ; And , 4 BASIA .
Pagina 78
... Cupid dash'd with tears the bowl : All mad with rage , to kinder nymphs I flew ; But viguor fled me , when I thought on you . Balk'd of the rapture , from my arms they run , Swear I'm devoted , and my converse shun ! By what dire ...
... Cupid dash'd with tears the bowl : All mad with rage , to kinder nymphs I flew ; But viguor fled me , when I thought on you . Balk'd of the rapture , from my arms they run , Swear I'm devoted , and my converse shun ! By what dire ...
Pagina 83
... Cupid sped , Shafts ! by which my heart has bled ; As the countless stores , that still All his golden ' quiver fill . Autant que nos tourterelles Roucoulent de tendres feux , Quand le printems de ses aîles Semble caresser ces lieux ...
... Cupid sped , Shafts ! by which my heart has bled ; As the countless stores , that still All his golden ' quiver fill . Autant que nos tourterelles Roucoulent de tendres feux , Quand le printems de ses aîles Semble caresser ces lieux ...
Pagina 88
... Cupid , Time is blind : Soon must those glories of thy face The fate of vulgar beauty find : The thousand love's that arm thy potent eye Must drop their quivers , flag their wings , and die . * Haste , Cælia , haste , while youth ...
... Cupid , Time is blind : Soon must those glories of thy face The fate of vulgar beauty find : The thousand love's that arm thy potent eye Must drop their quivers , flag their wings , and die . * Haste , Cælia , haste , while youth ...
Pagina 97
... Cupids , fly " With loaded quivers to the bard ; " Let all the pangs ye can supply " His matchless insolence reward : " Go , practise ev'ry cruel art 66 Revenge can frame , without delay ; " His bosom pierce with ev'ry dart " Which ...
... Cupids , fly " With loaded quivers to the bard ; " Let all the pangs ye can supply " His matchless insolence reward : " Go , practise ev'ry cruel art 66 Revenge can frame , without delay ; " His bosom pierce with ev'ry dart " Which ...
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Kisses:: Being a Poetical Translation of the Basia of Joannes Secundus ... Janus (Secundus) Volledige weergave - 1812 |
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am'rous amorous animæ arms bacio BAISER balmy bard basia BASIUM beauteous beauty beauty's Bishop of Utrecht blest bliss bloom blushing BONEFON Bonefonius bosom breast breath Catullus charms cheek cœlo colla cùm Cupid darts dear delight dominæ DORAT doux ELEG EPIG Epithalamium 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 Phaëton 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 Tunc Venus vermil VIRG Virgil voluptuous wanton youth
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Pagina 152 - So disguise shall, by the disguised, Pay with falsehood false exacting, And perform an old contracting. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. — A Room in Mariana'* House. MARIANA discovered sitting; a Boy singing. SONG. 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 162 - Ben è soave cosa quel bacio che si prende da una vermiglia e delicata rosa di bella guancia. E pur chi 'l vero intende, com' intendete vui, avventurosi amanti che 'l provate, dirà che quello è morto bacio, a cui la baciata beltà bacio non rende.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 120 - Phoebus' lodging ; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. — Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night ! That rude day's eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. — Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties : or if love be blind, It best agrees with night. — Come...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 51 - Thy mansion wants thee, Adam ; rise, First Man, of men innumerable ordain'd First Father ! call'd by thee, I come thy guide To the garden of bliss, thy seat prepar'd.
Pagina 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.