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 5
... bliss . I would not insinuate , by this quotation , that Shakespeare was indebted to Secundus for his thought ; as it may be rea- sonably contended , whetlier the English poet was scholar sufficient to be acquainted with the Latin bard ...
... bliss . I would not insinuate , by this quotation , that Shakespeare was indebted to Secundus for his thought ; as it may be rea- sonably contended , whetlier the English poet was scholar sufficient to be acquainted with the Latin bard ...
Pagina 11
... ! At length , when ruthless age denies A longer bliss , and seals our eyes , Not the tall oak could clasping ivy bind So close , as round me thy fond arms were twin'd . Vita , tuo de purpureo divelleret ore : Sed mutuis KISSES . 11.
... ! At length , when ruthless age denies A longer bliss , and seals our eyes , Not the tall oak could clasping ivy bind So close , as round me thy fond arms were twin'd . Vita , tuo de purpureo divelleret ore : Sed mutuis KISSES . 11.
Pagina 17
... 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.
... 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.
Pagina 18
... the fair bestow'd , For in her am'rous breath a gale of nectar flow'd . What love , ye gods ! what raptures in her kiss ! My soul was drunk with ecstacy of bliss . FAWKES . KISS IV , ' TIS not a Kiss you give 18 BASIA .
... the fair bestow'd , For in her am'rous breath a gale of nectar flow'd . What love , ye gods ! what raptures in her kiss ! My soul was drunk with ecstacy of bliss . FAWKES . KISS IV , ' TIS not a Kiss you give 18 BASIA .
Pagina 21
... bliss to reign : Sit mihi paupertas tecum , jucunda Neæra ; At sine te , regum munera nulla volo . TIBULL . LIB . III . ELEG . III . Poor let me be ; for poverty can please With you ; without you , crowns could give no ease . GRAINGER ...
... bliss to reign : Sit mihi paupertas tecum , jucunda Neæra ; At sine te , regum munera nulla volo . TIBULL . LIB . III . ELEG . III . Poor let me be ; for poverty can please With you ; without you , crowns could give no ease . GRAINGER ...
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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.