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 9
... sing ; And Love , enraptur'd with the Latian name , With that dear race from which your lineage caine , In Latian strains shall celebrate your praise , And tell your high descent to future days . BASIUM II . VICINA quantum vitis ...
... sing ; And Love , enraptur'd with the Latian name , With that dear race from which your lineage caine , In Latian strains shall celebrate your praise , And tell your high descent to future days . BASIUM II . VICINA quantum vitis ...
Pagina 13
... sing the jocund , tuneful tale Alternate in the myrtle vale : There ev'ry mead a various plenty yields ; There lavish Flora paints the purple fields ; With ceaseless light a brighter Phoebus glows , No sickness tortures , and no ocean ...
... sing the jocund , tuneful tale Alternate in the myrtle vale : There ev'ry mead a various plenty yields ; There lavish Flora paints the purple fields ; With ceaseless light a brighter Phoebus glows , No sickness tortures , and no ocean ...
Pagina 43
... sing ; What time the Morn has streak'd the skies , Or Ev'ning's faded radiance dies ; Thro ' painful Days consuming - slow , Thro ' ling'ring Nights of am'rous woe . Devroient elles blesser , dis moi , Une organe tendre et fidelle , Qui ...
... sing ; What time the Morn has streak'd the skies , Or Ev'ning's faded radiance dies ; Thro ' painful Days consuming - slow , Thro ' ling'ring Nights of am'rous woe . Devroient elles blesser , dis moi , Une organe tendre et fidelle , Qui ...
Pagina 47
... sing thy matchless charms ! Sing the soft lustre of thine eye ! Sing thy sweet lips of rosy dye ! Nay , still those guilty teeth ' twould sing ! Whence all its cruel mischiefs spring : E'en now it lisps , in fault'ring lays , While yet ...
... sing thy matchless charms ! Sing the soft lustre of thine eye ! Sing thy sweet lips of rosy dye ! Nay , still those guilty teeth ' twould sing ! Whence all its cruel mischiefs spring : E'en now it lisps , in fault'ring lays , While yet ...
Pagina 65
... sing of chaste design : Maids and Matrons yet , with rage , Frown upon my blameless page ; Frown , because some wanton word Here and there by chance occurr'd , Or the cheated fancy caught Some obscure , tho ' harmless thought . Hence ...
... sing of chaste design : Maids and Matrons yet , with rage , Frown upon my blameless page ; Frown , because some wanton word Here and there by chance occurr'd , Or the cheated fancy caught Some obscure , tho ' harmless thought . Hence ...
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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
Populaire passages
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.